So, life seems to go on. I've broken two people's hearts and now get to be the asshole of my own life's story...back to work I guess.
Taking advantage of not having an art program to use. I've got plenty of time now to get back to editing my book, what's better? The editor I've found will help me for free! (In a sense).
Hope everyone else's doing alright. Can't say I like being the sappy poet, but I guess I shouldn't haunt the subject and just let go until I need to grab on to it again...I'll let you know when I find out what that means.

*Edit*
Just got back from my psychiatrist appointment, and apparently I am clinically depressed. Just hadn't noticed because the affects of my medication have been nullifying the more obvious signs and symptoms...really really f*cks with your brain, doesn't it?