Improvements.

Twenty days since posting, and you ought to be aware that I am AWFUL at maintaining blogs. I have to do six news entries per week for my newswriting and that totally fulfills my blog-writing quota for any given amount of time. That I’m even writing this is more a testament to the shame I feel at having a two-post blog than to my writing speed.

It also didn’t help that I wrote an extensive four-page letter to Jee-Jaw on my typewriter. It covers a wide range of topics, and it was the most intense piece of writing I’ve done in a while. It felt good to crank out that much ink, though.

So, a few days after posting that last one, Phil and I finally moved into our new place – a wonderful 3BR duplex in the Kingfield neighborhood, which is nicer, greener, and quieter than our old one by a mile. It’s close enough to Uptown for convenience but far enough away not to have a growing bro colony around at all times. It’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, I think, and I don’t regret it for a second. There’s a chance that Ben would move in with us if things go really poorly with Alina (which they have been for quite a while, I guess).

School is fine, but a lot of repetition and pointlessness. I should have expected that, though.

Phil turned 21 and got what he always wanted: an ongoing sexual misadventure. I would have been jealous back in March, but I’m starting to think that I don’t want a relationship of any kind. I’m fine with the idea of being a bachelor (and, on top of that, celibate), for the rest of my life. I’m sure this will change once it’s winter and I get really lonely, but for now I am totally fine on my own. “I’m OK by myself,” as Moz would say. To this end, I’ve deleted my Facebook.

Anyway, it’s late and I’m tired. I promise I’ll post in the future.