I've still had plenty of crazy floating around for the past five years, but I guess I thought I was too busy. I fell in love--actually fell in love--and stopped coming home to either myself or someone too busy with their video game du jour to pay me any mind. Suddenly, my evenings were devoted to Evan (in theory, anyway). But never more. Blame it on being in Russia and having a ton of free time on my hands (at least for the next two weeks), but I miss documenting the comings and goings of my life.
Now I'm in grad school in Canada, and I find myself full of piss and venom that only Evan is subjected to--which is unfair, seeing as he is rarely the source of it, and extra unfair because he often agrees with me (just doesn't want to complain ad nauseum as I do). So there's another layer of necessity, even if it's just building on the whole therapy thing.
So, instead of entering data on Phoca sibirica, I will make a post. I hope I can remember all the HTML I'll need.