Cleaning out the cobwebs

I'm cleaning out the cobwebs of my life. It's fall, my most introspective time of the year. I'm not happy with me, and the only person who can change that is me. My current personal life is incredibly complicated, but hopefully I'm handling it maturely. Ask me again once the end of January rolls around and I'll tell you whether or not it was worth it. However, I know anything worth having is worth waiting and/or fighting for.

Studio stuff is looking up. Talked to Chris, hopefully we're going to have something to show for our work soon. We'll see, and I'll keep y'all posted.

I've got the dishwasher running and a load of laundry in the dryer. It's unusual for me to do housework this time of night, but I've been depressed all day, and I thought maybe making some progress on housework would make me feel better.

Promising to update this thing has been a futile effort in the past, so I'm not going to do it. But I am going to say not to be too surprised if I post more frequently these days. Someone is watching this journal, and it's the only real way I have of communicating honestly with him right now. I'm writing for him, for us, as much as I am for anyone else who reads it. Everyone knows I've never had a problem airing my personal dirty laundry here, so don't be surprised at anything you might read here in the near future.

I love you, I want you, and I need for you. I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes. There, not only have I told you this, I've told the world.

Ciao for now.