If I waited a week more, it would have been a year to the day since I last posted on this blog.  I wish I could say anything has really changed since August, but I’d probably be lying.  Well, nothing of real importance has changed.  I still don’t know what I’m doing with my life.  I’m half-way through college, and the only justification for my major I’ve been able to come up with is “I’d be just as miserable anywhere else, but at least this will pay well.”  I still have enough emotional baggage to break the backs of of a baker’s dozen of camels.  I still can’t shake the feeling that, when I die, it will be just as well that I’m gone.  And yet…

There are some things that are different, at the very least.  I’ve found a significant other who compliments my propensity for masochism quite nicely.  I don’t know how long this particular relationship will last, or how it will end (though, I can only hope it won’t burst into flames like the last one did), but I can dream.

Also, I’m well on my way to becoming an alcoholic.  Isn’t that wonderful?