I am the luckiest person, ever.
I mean, I'm still alive at twenty-six, which is a feat not accomplished by many people. I am alive, twenty-six, and living during the early aughts. A feat not accomplished by a great, great many people, and that thought gets me through the day on occasion.
Everything is going well enough. I have paying job, I have loving and committed girlfriend, I have adorable kitties. More to come soon?
