Aside from sleeplessness, though, life has been pretty good for the most part. The actual mechanics and responsibilities of work have been great; my clients seem to be thriving in their various ways and the great project of cataloging clients receiving service for the past seven years is progressing slowly, but steadily.
School is also slowing grinding to a conclusion. Over the next two weeks, I still somehow have three papers totaling twenty-four pages, but it shouldn't be a problem to get them done.
Black Sigil, sadly, seems to be garbage. I can't really classify this as shovelware as it's been in development in one form or another for nearly a decade. It's a glitchy, slow-paced, poorly written, joyless mess of a game. I can't wait to finish it.
Chavonne and I just came back from a wonderful, but gastrointestinally torturous evening at Don Pablo's. It's wonderful to still be able to talk about so much so easily after so many years together. We're so lucky.
I love you and am so proud of your ability to stay so positive even when you're exhausted. You're my hero. AOMT.