Oh, you again!

Well, there has been a profound failure on my part to keep up with this blog. No updates in over a year, and the last entry was some stupid link! What.the.hell.

Well, as you can imagine, a thing or two has happened in the time lapsed- some good, some not so good.

First, the big news: The Boy and I purchased a house. I know...right. I thought we might kill each other before such a thing occurred. In the mean time, I finally decided that I am going to stop fucking around and finish my degree. There's a lot of self-doubt, etc etc that I really don't want to get into...I'm not one of those goddamn emos, afterall.

I've continued my quest to finish the St. John's great books list. (see: http://www.stjohnscollege.edu/academic/ANreadlist.shtml) I have not been able to keep up with the pace listed, and it would really really really help to have a few friends who would be interested in reading with me to discuss, but alas, they think I'm a nutjob.

I'm not.

I got a dog. A black chow. His name is Archibald- Archie for short. He's a dick. A big mean dick. I don't recommend that you mess with him (and that goes double for you ghettos who enjoy hanging out in the Alley).

Did I mention that the house we bought is in the city. Yep, we're officially city folk, now. No more two-bit suburbs for us! Now we can pay double the taxes for only half of the services AND triple the crime!

I am one lucky lucky girl.

So, got a house, got a dog, got a plan and I didn't kill the boy.

The bad news is that for no apparent reason, whenever I truly start getting my shit together, the depression sets in again. Whenever things look really ugly for me and the options run out, that's the exact moment when I can pull myself together mentally and emotionally. However, take any moment of my life when things are going well, and you can bet that I sleep twice as much and mope even more.


Meh.

I'll keep up this time...isweartogodkinda.