So, apparently this thing still exists.
The first evening of this year when the windshields of cars were frosted over on the way back home. Winter is coming.
Yes, this is going to be one of those self-indulgent ones.
Switched flats. Didn't switch much else. Found a new, rather surprising connection. One that got sort of confirmed (to my surprise) tonight, actually. Nothing life-changing, and nothing to fill the - as Sia put it - "God-shaped hole", but I was surprised at the blue streak of recognition nonetheless. Gah, that's another obscure reference.
Having apartment issues. Trying new things professionally. Emotional life... contained again. My line for the moment is: if THIS is what passes for a problem for you, you've won the fucking lottery.
Are there things gnawing at the periphery? Of course. But "P" is so far down the alphabet.
