nimby

It's been forever...but life seems to happen that way sometimes. Shit hits the fan and then time flies...September caused a toothache and I quit my "daily exercise" (aka my "night job") to recover and opted to not return. But that's what happens when work is frustrating, you want to kill your roommate *eye twitch*, and your situation looks to be a dead end...

So the roommate situation is different now (yes I hate the new ones, but I don't have to interact with them at home & work like the last one - yay). And I've been pursuing my art more, woo hoo for creative outlets, and debating how to get back into an exercise routine that is satisfactory to me but doesn't involve dealing with bitter wenches...