No bloggin' doggie today. It's back to me, the ol' Shambled Rambler named Kris who seems to have forgotten what it's like to interact with people in real life.
What am I talking about?
Since I made the move last week, I haven't really left the house. I go to bed early. I wake up early. I work from home, job hunt, apartment hunt, and mostly interact with people via interwebz.
Doesn't help the depression or anxiety. Quite frankly, I'm missing a whole lotta things from my old life right now. It's too easy to be sad.
Methinks I need to socialize. And so, tomorrow night, I shall.
In completely and utterly unrelated news, I should be coming back to Toronto for a day or two next week.
Why would I be doing that, you ask?
Well... there's a project afoot. But that's all I'm saying for now. If it works out the way it should, you'll all be learning about it shortly.
Frankly, it's gonna be awesometastic. Or non-existent.
Such a waiting game we're playing, friends.
Hat 'n glasses time.
Gotta be incognito so my fans don't maul me while I'm out on the town.
By "fans", I mean Daisy. And "out on the town"? Yeah. That's the backyard.
Oh, the life I live.