Moving is like death, only heavier and harder to wedge through a door.
Uhm, compared to certain sectors of my f-list, I've had an absolutely silent winter. Work is problematic in newly-catastrophic ways, but I'm working on an endgame. Been playing Battlefield 4 on the 360 in addition to my usual Steam-cooked yummies (fought my way to the end of Besiege with some hysterically-unwieldy creations). I beat Far Cry 4 and got the worst ending possible so I'm seriously pissed off at it to the point that I don't even want to go back for more achievements. Back to FC3, then.
What else? Face is pretty much fixed. Heart has been cooperative. I have a friend at work, finally. Keeping the migraines at bay with more or less constant hydration. New car is awesome. No financial or social or biological emergencies. It's weird, but I ain't complainin', just noting.
Hope y'all's good out there. Peace out, kids.
Copy of novel found in the most unusual place. Life...good, I suppose.
Oh, wow. Guess who seems to have deleted his novel and doesn't remember it?
Ambien's a helluva drug, kids.