Well, what can I say?
I'm still alive. That is true.
The end of law school for James is creeping closer. We have less than a year left in Houston, I hope.
It's not that things here are that bad, it's just that we miss home that much. We finally got to move into a bigger apartment. It's hard to understand how we spent a year in such a tiny place. Now we keep getting rid of things, mostly because we just like the space it frees up.
I'm now the office manager at the clinic, so that's good, but a lot of work. Also, eating healthy is awesome and I've lost 45lbs, so that's a great start.
Most of the time I just feel quiet and antisocial. Perhaps it's just a phase.
Here is an excellent tattoo I have acquired. I also have the notes to the chorus of the sweater song on my wrist.
I am very happy fall is coming. It was 90 fucking degrees today.