Yep, I'm still around.

Haven't had a chance to be online from home. I have some journal entries and briefings from the past month that none of you have heard from me. They're all sitting at home, in notebooks. There's a handful of things I want to put in here about Boston, about the gaming group I'm in, about family, about friends, life and death, and now especially about this past dreary week. It's the first time in quite some time that I've even made some time to look into all of my friend's journals. I haven't been keeping up with anyone for a few weeks now, but I had to see what everyone has been thinking and feeling for the past couple of days. None of us are thinking and feeling these things alone. It's just strange. It's just sad. I was stressing about fuckin dental work, and about running a fuckin role playing game, only a handfull of hours before this all hit. It's all too surreal. I speant the whole evening, until almost 2 AM hanging out with a dear friend of mine ujust talking about it all, talking about the girlfriend he just only a couple of short weeks ago lost. She was murdered by her brother. We talked about travel, we talked about jobs (he recently lost his job, and has had a hell of a time finding another) we talked about art, we talked about love. I gotta say, I have a bit more perspective on a lot of things. Life seems more significant now than it was before. Smaller things just seem so much more dear to me.

It's coming up on a year since my dad passed away. A whole year will have passed as of the 17th. Wow, boy am I a different person a year later. Maybe not so much on the outside, but inside I have changed.

This has been one crazy mixed up year...

I'll have some rants and ravings of the past month entered in here by tomorrow, just gotta type them out and whatnot and transfer them the old fashioned way, via floppy disks. (What? Floopy disks? Do they still exist?)