Back in the saddle.

Hey ho, monkeys.

Been a spell, I know. Thanks for bearing with me.

In the interim since my last entry, everything and nothing has been occuring. No major news, I suppose. I was supposed to return to Boston this weekend, and once again work took care of that. At some point, one must ask if the existing circumstances merit continuing...

On the up side, I resumed writing and guitar playing. Sometimes we forget how good things can make you feel. These are two hobbies of mine that do it for me. (Thanks, whiskypants, for reminding me of that.)

New Year's Eve is fast approaching, and our plans are cruising along. Be on the lookout for an invitation shortly...

The battles on the chick front are not going so well. Ack. All sorts of garbage going on, but I will forego writing, as it will incur the wrath of at least one person (a DC socialite in particular). Same old poop, I guess.

Still in euphoria over the Sox win. It's really funny, because I often encounter someone wearing a yankees cap, and they can't look me in the face. Good. Fuck 'em. They're probably child molesters anyway. Next up, the Patriots.

More to follow, I promise. just in a bit of a funk.

Mason, Heather, and K.K., can't wait to see you guys. Three weeks. Get the Belhaven ready.