I'm alive.
I've got a great-paying job.
I'm living with my dad...still. It saves on rent.
I dislocated my rib a few days ago...then dislocated it again. Been sick for a while and after learning a few judo throws from a friend...well, I didn't feel so good. I'm on pain medication, which is nice sometimes, but I can't tell if my body is actually not feeling pain or if the nerve signals have just been blocked. Least all the bones are back where they should be.
I got to spin for the local goth scene at
Camera Obscura, which was a rare treat for me. Been going for a long time, but it's the first time I've actually gotten to spin for my native crowd. It helps that they loved it.
Oh yeah.
I also just got a letter in the mail which said that I can't graduate until I do an internship, which I more than made up for already. It's just that what I did was considered an internship last year, but technically not considered an internship this year. Appealing will be fun. If they don't help me, I'll find a loophole on my own. I am a reporter, after all.
Fuck it. I've got a dream job, and a three-pronged attack plan for the world. If ever I could make a difference with my life, it's starting now. I'm not going backwards.