It's been 72 days since that nasty little accident seemed to dominate my life, and yet it seems like there's no sign of it letting up. Luz suggests I cut it off. What do you say? :)
There's been a general feeling of freedom since my rooming partner has gone off on a trip (it's been over a week now) and it's great! I can sleep when I want, read in quietness, have a place to run to when things get too exciting, etc. Something tells me though that this will probably be the last time in a loooong while that I'll have a room to meself, since we're supposed to be moving out and into another house which, I believe, I'll be sharing with the wonderful gf hehe.
So, here's to the last remnants of blissful solitude, clink!