I'm alive. Just self-conscious about posting. And in the midst of a quarter-life crisis. And trying to find a job. And trying not become an alcoholic. And trying to finish my peon intern assignments within the perameters of a normal 8-hour work day so I don't have to bring it home with me. And working out a lot to release aggression/anger/tension. And missing places like New Zealand where there's more air than people breathing it. And enjoying having my own apt. for a month while my roommate's out on a show. And trying not to inhale the entire pack of Chips Deluxe I bought yesterday. And trying not to cry over the latest Jonathan Safran Foer book, which I love love love.