On to the Next One

Right. I've clearly been getting a little too comfortable with the settling in process, and you know when you've got something to do that takes a little work and then you don't feel like it 'cause you want to watch Adventure Time and then oh it's 10 o'clock obviously I'm not going to write now seriously I won't get any sleep oh it's 4am and I haven't updated this in four days because this cycle keeps happening aargh.

So in lieu of a dreadfully lengthy endeavour, let's truncate the whole process and bring up some nifty bullet points instead.

• I have a place to stay in now and it is mad bitchin'
• Not being homeless is the bee's knees
• I now cry roughly 2 1/2 times less per day
• I won shit at a casino
• I've gone market shopping. MARKETS. HAWKERS PARADING THEIR WARES WITH VERBAL CAPS LOCK
• IKEA is my new favourite place (in the world)
• I'm pretty sure all the DIY shit I've been doing validates my manhood
• I'm officially a freelance writer
• LOOK MOM I'M A BIG KID NOW
• My room has gone from being a futon and windows to a pad composed primarily of awesomeness
• I've discovered that fuel for word-smithing is a hearty serving of whisky (high five, Hemingway... and cirrhosis)

I suppose the subtext is that everything's finally settling down just fine and dandy. Only a matter of time 'til I run this town.

P.S. Ah fuck, I need a job.