I was sitting at Karma the other day, content. The music was good, I liked all the changing lights, but without a dancefloor, I was sort of unsure what to do. I realized this is one of those times you talk to other people. Then I realized I'd forgotten how. Putz pointed me helpfully toward the back room. "But it looks the same as the rest of the floor?" And Putz replied, "That's where they dance." So I did.
This year came as less of a shock then any birthday since 23. I didn't get very drunk. I took a travel mug of vodka sunrise, and me and Putz went up to NYC for 2 days. It was wonderful. We left rather late because I spent 3 hours painting my "We're from VA" sign. It was cute. It made me happy. This year, I feel sort of on-track. I'm nearly halfway through school; and the second half will be rough, but I can do it. I have a boy that I'm in no rush to get rid of. Next year, I might even buy a house. This summer, I hope to learn Actionscript 3.0 & start on PHP. It's progress.
Sure, I could use some replacement friends. Some are moving away. Some are busy. Some just never come to my house to have dinner, Friday after Friday. But all and all, I feeling pretty good about things. At least in part, because Putz is just an annoying walk across the street away - and it's now warm enough to do that without a coat. :D