Three years later. Am I really back? Really truly?

Your guess is as good as mine. But Noah Grey is back, which is something I never thought would happen, so in this day and age, I guess anything goes.

I've moved twice since the last entry here. The first time I moved, something shut down in me, and the second time I moved, something else also went dormant. So many other new things had popped into my life both times, though, so I don't think I really noticed the losses until it was late-- too late.

Those losses have undergone reversals in recent months, though, and as horribly cliche as it sounds, for the first time in a long time, I feel complete and alive again. I'm actually giving a shit again, which, yes, also means that I'm experiencing all the unhappiness and misery and fuck-everything moments that one successfully avoids when one successfully detaches from the world, but, hey, trade-offs, right? Right.

On a side note: goddamn, this 2007 site design is making me wince.