I don't know what's happened to me. I never used to let more than a day go by without writing. And now I don't have time, really. Should I blame it on the three jobs, on the new apartment? I don't know. Maybe I should blame it on the antidepressants. I don't have so much to bitch and moan about anymore.

But I am still here. I will write, though I don't know how often. I exist.