I still have no life. There are certain life-type elements that are beginning to surface. If I was continuing to blog about now I'd be posting stuff like 'My first UTI'. It would be slightly humourous with references such as 'if diseases had voices, a UTI would sound like a dying seagull...'. But at the same time would be slightly off putting 'with the constant desire to piss air.'
Dancing still rocks. Sex with the SR is still hot and intense. Work is extremely stressful, what with being 3 staff members down. I'm still broke.
Not much else to say.