I missed January

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Well fuck, I missed a whole month. Long story short, I’ve been busy in real life and my iPhone is in pieces in my desk drawer. Back in August or September I dropped my phone into the toilet after a night drinking with Alanna and Casey. The dock module was fried and battery capacity seemed to suffer, so I replaced both. Intermittent problems continued that were connected to the ambient temperature, which culminated around Christmas when the radio module in my phone began to die. First the WiFi and then the 3G stopped working. The problem is well-known and has a clear fix, except I never have things that easy: One of the screws that secure the battery is stripped from my first hamfisted replacement, so I ordered a set of replacement screws, and a screw removal tool. Two weeks later and neither parts have turned up, at least in part because of the huge winter storms that have hit the northeastern United States of America.

My fallback cellphone, a shitty little Nokia, is good enough for calls and texts, but little else, so I haven’t been able to take or post any of the random Instagram shots that I love so much.

Real Boats Rock
I’m sure that the sentiment behind “real boats rock” is as old as humanity itself, but the specific expression I know of is tied to Frank Herbert and Chapterhouse: Dune. I’ve always interpreted the sentiment to mean you should always give allowances. The boat Eadaoin and I sail in rocked after the New Year. At the end of it I am very glad of the space Eadaoin and I share; I work for Eadaoin because it makes me happy and out of a desire to always do better. It’s a big thing and s small thing all at once, and it makes me glad to have Eadaoin in my life.

Too much work, too little money. I made the mistake of taking on too much work though January and into February. I relish the challenges it brings though; I learn something new every day.

Tired and suffering lightheadedness since December. Working (painstakingly and slowly) on a diet and exercise. I’m wary and weary of Mariah’s crap. For all that she wants me gone out of her life, she won’t even talk to me enough to divorce and extended this to her family and the kids by fiat. I’ve started the process here, but Ireland being Ireland, the progress is glacial.

That’s it, really. Work and family. Bought a new laptop too. ^_^

Six Months in the Mountain Kingdom

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