Obfuscation ad absurdum. That was all my smart in one sentence.

   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?