Five by five

Really just touching base as I'm still a little too tired for anything involved or requiring, y'know, thinking.

I finished unpacking all my stuff and getting my books organized on their shelves again. That by itself is a whole process that has a life of its own. I set aside 203 books to find new homes for and decided to just give them to a charity for children which will sell them and use the money for food and clothes and stuff. I know what it's like to be a poor kid and it's not pleasant.

I'm this close to talking Taco into visiting soon. Once I get him in a real city he'll never want to leave. One at a time, I'll get you all. I am not patient by nature but I can wait. I can wait...

The bikes on Mario Kart are still kicking my ass.

I finally got back to my normal sleeping pattern of not enough instead of none at all. Is there some secret to getting more? It seems that most people sleep quite well. What am I doing wrong?

IYK has a crusty gine. Pass it on.

Spaced is finally out on DVD here. What the hell took them so long?

I really need to quit caffeine. It'll be brutal and painful. Much like being in a relationship.

That's all the time we have today. Tune in next time for what we hope will be a real post.

Listen! Do you smell something?

So I'm not sure what to do or what to think. Life has been going in a way best described as not downward for a little while now and it's something that I'm so unused to that it seems...wrong. I'm a little scared I don't mind telling you.

As best I can determine it kind of started at the beginning of the year. My boss' boss saw that I was basically about to quit and reordered my job so that I got moved away from the guy that everyone hates and reported directly to him instead. Good. Then I moved again to a much nicer office. Good. Then I not only survived the lay-offs I came out of it pretty much promoted and given the opportunity, albeit through hard work and some difficulty, to really shine. Pretty damn good.

Then I finally found a place that would not only approve me for a lease but wasn't a place I felt like I was settling for. I move this week to a place that is neither small nor dirty nor in a manky neighborhood nor way out in the middle of nowhere. I actually like the place and they approved me. I think maybe one or two of you know the full story about my fall from grace and resultant struggle to pull myself back out of the muck so let me just say that this is more than a big deal. This is huge. Huger than I can say without going into the whole story, which I'm not going to do.

For the first time in so long I can barely remember it, the future is not completely bereft of light. I don't feel like I'm drowning in abject misery all day everyday. Sometimes I even smile a bit. It's odd I know but it's true. I was there. I felt it happen.

Paranoia is of course quite high. Every time I start to step up I tend to get swatted back down harder than the last time. I can't take that. Not again. Think happy thoughts, everyone. There appears to be light at the end of the tunnel. I sincerely hope it's sunshine.