It seems a few people do stop by here from time to time so I suppose I shall update.
In a month I'll have my first roommate since my disastrous one semester at college. And it's a she -- my girlfriend of the past year.
She's plenty nice, and I'm fond of her. She certainly isn't what I dreamed a dreamgirl would be, but we're going to do this and see how it goes.
I'm still sober. My Dad isn't anymore. Neither is my ex-therapist.
I'm more or less sane.
Am I happy?
Not particularly so. I still find it hard to really love this world that is godless and pointless and so often cruel. But still, I do usually find myself caring about people and things. It might even be a beautiful world if it all meant something.