I'm back on the internet superhighway, invented by Al Gore and subsequently improved upon by Time-Warner Cable of Rochester.
The past couple weeks have been a flurry of activity. Sarah and I bought a car, a couch, some other furniture, various entertainment components, lots of fast food and many bottles of Aleve for my new constant companion - Timothy Splitting Headache, Esq. I tell ya, this moving shit is trau-matic.
The Ladywife and I still are apparently in love, however, and by that I mean that my lovely girl has not filed any papers or asked to see what my vast holdings would equal if divided by two. And so life is pretty good.
Anyway, starting today the journal should be back on schedule, with minor blips and omissions when I'm away from my house doing dumb things like looking for a job or finally ending this silly sobriety experiment at the 900 bars within a two block radius.
