Wait, whaaat? There was actually supposed to be a POINT to all of this?!
Well. Bugger me. All this time I thought I was doing great just getting out of bed.
I work five days a week at a job I like with people I like, which is damned near a first for me in all the times I've had to work for anyone but myself.
I'm working on some writing projects at a piecemeal rate of speed. I'm crafting my own super-hero pen-and-paper RP game and writing a D&D campaign which I may be running as soon as Tuesday. I've been trying to find the ambition to draw (to match some of the stories I'm working on) but having next to no success there. I can't seem to find a consistant style I want for my characters.
I started reading novels again, thanks to a co-worker who turned me onto Simon R. Green. I'm reading comics again; which I missed. I stopped reading in '92 and just started picking them up again in earnest last year.
In all, life isn't going bad. If I won the lottery, it'd be alot better, but for now, i'll settle for what I've got.