Self Delusion

I don't use this blog much, no. But I am sitting here in front of it now, and I have hands with fingers that can type so here goes.

Updates since last time:

I still live in a shithole apartment in a town that could be called the deep south of the northwest. Hicksville. Right next to Hippieville, coincidentally.

Changes:

a roommate. A pretty good one - a grownup with a job. He pays money and everything, and has longterm potential and hey! I like him.

a job. A pretty good one - a grownup job. It pays money and everything, and has longterm potential and hey! I like it.

Can't beat that with a stick, huh?

Still not into the whole "outside world" thing. I like to sleep. I like to stay home. I haven't been the best at staying in touch with people who really deserve to be touched (so to speak). I kind of feel bad about it, but I kind of can't feel it too much right now.

I'm good though. I can do what I need to do, working and shopping and getting things taken care of that are necessary (are there two "c"s there?). I pay my bills and go to school events for the kid and feed the animals. I make sure we have coffee and toilet paper and internet. I dye my kids hair purple and my hair red. I call my mom once a week and my dad once a month. I answer the phone when my sister calls and when friends from far distant cities call because they have relationship woes.

I'm good. See? I'm smiling right now. Can you feel it?