I find myself wishing I could get back to the point where I practically lived for this diary, I look back on those early entries now with something between a cringe and a giggle of delight. You would think that for someone with no job, and no immediate plans for the future I would be full of angst to spew here, as I have in the past.

But no, that is not the case. I've been in a sort of cocoon of leisure for the past 8 months. I've read more books in that time than I have in my entire life, I've caught up on more TV shows than I care to admit, and have even attempted writing a bit (albeit unsuccessfully).

I hate being at such loose ends. I'm getting married in 5 months. What then? Do I continue as I am now, pointless? There were so many things I thought I would have done with my life by now, and I have to be content with being an expert on Trivia (specifically, alternate versions of Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice' - not involving zombies). I need a shock to my system, that's for damn sure.

And damn if it isn't still cold! It's April, for crying out loud!

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