- Obama is our President. Excellent. x2.
- San Francisco is fast becoming a distant memory. Santa Barbara is getting stale.
- I need dental work in a bad way. 2 front teeth both need RCTs, and the bone mass above one of them is decaying. My sinus cavity could collapse at any time.
- The Rancho has become my home for now. I am living upstairs in Kilo's old room until the 1st of February. After that, I'm not sure yet.
- Unemployed since Christmas Eve.
- 35 years old as of 2 weeks ago. Still have a lot of my hair. Not fat, yet. Both good things.
- No real plans as of yet. Other than:
- Get a job (40+ hours/wk)
- Pay back Kilo for the rest of January rent
- Budget for future rent(s).
- Recover my Wells Fargo Account from overdraft purgatory.
- Pay my car insurance.
- Fix my face.
- Fix my truck.
- Pay off debts.
- Save Money.
- Accumulate $12,000.00.
- Travel.
- Level a Horde (something) to 80, PvP in Arena, enjoy top level content now that I'm more than single.
- work in the porn industry, or for Blizzard Entertainment, travel to Thailand for a few months, learn to surf, or re-commit to being vegetarian.
- Worry more.
Because I'm still keeping track: I'm still lovelorn, heart-hurt, and feel fragile. Its wearing off, slowly though. The nice thing about life is it never stops. As much as I may want to hold on to old me stuff, Present tense quickly becomes past, the past becomes distant, and the future moves ever closer. I still pine for her. You should see my journal. Ha! Not really, its fairly embarrassing, though a damn good play-by-play account of my feelings/moods/attitudes.
More later. Bed calls.
