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I'm so bad about updating...

partially due to the fact that this weekend is when I'm bringing my computer up, meaning I haven't had private access to one all this time. As kind and wonderful as my roomate is, it's hard to spend three hours writing a blog entry just before dawn whilst drunk when you're using the computer one foot from her bed. I know, I know, I can use it while she's at work, I've written lots of entries in the middle of the day, but I just haven't felt like it.
So maybe I'll be writing a lot more in the next little bit, but I've somehow gotten another job (beats me--the only time I ever get a job is if I go into the interview with a "who gives a rip? not mee-ee!" attitude) so maybe I won't. In any case, if there are any incredibly cute people out there who read my blog and are knowledgeable and (I may have mentioned, stone cold foxes) and want to teach me how to use a computer effectively and without using the word "thingy" just send me an e-mail and I'll tell you where to bring the beer. I mean, body. I mean, knowledge.

Actually, all ridiculously overreaching joking aside, I've been in a lull lately (the last three years) where I really don't care if I experience bodily closeness with another human being in my entire life. In fact, I recently had to admonish someone for standing in my personal space, and it came out like a date-rape accusation. I guess that's not totally normal. I have these really incredible dreams about cuddling and such, but the idea of actually laying hand on a fellow person either platonically or erotically, kind of makes me throw up in my mouth a little. Somebody make a comment and tell me that's okay, it's normal and everyone feels this way. Never mind. I'll write more tonight after I get drunk. Which I can't, because I'm on antibiotics (huge infection in the left tonsil), so I'll write more tonight after I get tired but can't sleep and am all cranky.

Okay, okay, so I'm not really writing posts....

but you really couldn't see any new ones for a couple days. It was kind of annoying and then everything got insane for a few days, what with the drinking, and the excessive sleeping, and the watching movies...

I know, I'm a total loser. I'm doing the same thing here as I was doing in my parents' house, to wit: not working enough, spending too much money and drinking too much, and never leaving the house unless forced. I swear by all that's holy I'm going to start going outdoors recreationally if it ever gets warm again (at this point I doubt in a depressive manner that it ever will). Until then, I'm going to lie on the couch and watch movies from my favorite genre (Lovable professional killers. You laugh, you think I'm funny, go to the IMDB and search "Plots" for "professional killer." that's just the tip of the iceberg.) and weep about my total lack of charisma or ability to do anything right. Maybe I'll get back into the swing of writing regularly in the Spring.

Whatever, I'm a puling dope, sorry, I'll be better soon and write more, I'll even forbear making the gloomy comment that it probably won't matter then because I've already lost the interest of whatever sad, lonely people could have had an interest in my dithers and rants, so I'll be back to no one reading me again. No disrespect to my noble readers, I'm just illustrating how gloomy the comment could have been if I'd not forborne making it. Or something. I'll stop now, and start again when I've stopped chanelling Eeyore.

I swear I'm writing. You just can't see the posts.

I wrote a semi-long post day before yesterday, and it won't show up. I can see it when I'm editing inside Blogger but when I look at the blog from outside it 's nowhere to be found. This makes me tired and bored. I wish I knew more about computers and code so I wouldn't be so helpless. I'm going to go outside and play with the dog. Maybe that will fix it. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Long time, no blog.

I know I haven't written in a long time, and I feel bad about it. I've been moving back to Austin and mostly when I get near a computer I've just driven two hours and schlepped a good amount of my worldly goods either into or out of a house, so I usually just want to sleep. But now I've got the greater balance of my stuff out of my folks' house and arranged here, and I'm really happy and ready to write. I've even had some good posts in my head and haven't had the energy to put them on till now.

One thing I wanted to talk about before this is how incredibly moving I still find the fact that anyone reads me at all (you all know who you are). I'll lay off posting for a few weeks and get a few e-mails about it, and that's really incredible to me, but even more so is the occasional offhand remark. The first time I brought a load of stuff up, someone came by the house to visit for a minute, and we were talking about all the bizarre weather lately, and I said, "It snowed a foot at my parents' house!" and she said, "I know, that was insane. I liked the pictures you put up." or something similarly familiar and complimentary, and I kind of almost cried a little. So you guys rock. Every time you read this miasma of whatever, every time you think about it or e-mail or mention it or put on a comment (everyone's invited!) I really feel blessed to have such great friends.

The other thing is that I love my new house. I feel all conflicted about leaving my parents (mom was putting on the "My baby is leaving me, and I'll never have another!" show nearly hourly until I moved out the last of my clothes, and now they're talking about moving out of state next month.)...again, and I'm scared about getting back into the swing of Austin and having enough money and being good enough, but I overall love being here and the house is great, and my housemates are great, and I love being back. Yayy! That's all for right now. Scroll down a little farther and look at the snow pictures again. Hey, and thanks.