So. My other roommates got on with their lives: Rowan moved back to Baltimore to be closer to her family and possibly attend school, Silvermask and Blackgrim now have their own apartment, and I live in this one with Omnikos.

It's not so much as 'living with a raccoon' as it is 'living near a raccoon'. We're fairly unobtrusive toward each other--yet, it is share and share alike! Our resources streamline. He does more PHYSICAL work than I do around here, that's for sure, but I rake in the major cash flow and keep the bill collectors from breathing down our necks... also supplying groceries. He cooks said groceries and the share is EVEN through-and-through. There's no "NO! THIS IS MINE, NOT YOURS!!", nor is there any "Did you have permission to eat that, stoney?", or "Can I have some? I'm not going to give you anything in return of course, but you're a greedy selfish bastard if you don't share." It is 50/50. I can really get used to this.

You see, my primary function is to disappear for four days every week, coming home only to sleep and steal a few precious minutes of online time. As long as I do that, a check deposits into my bank account twice per month. In the mean time, his primary function is to maintain the premises. Keep the laundry clean. keep dishes out of the sink, prepare delicious meals, and play World of Warcraft--not that that's THAT bad a thing. It's his time. Then on my days off, we go and wash windows. It takes Omni roughly forty-five minutes by his estimation, and the reward is a couple hundred bucks a week and some free food.

I know that's a very rosy description, but it's the closest gist I'll ever find to speak.

Otherwise... though we don't have cash for luxury, the food is good. And I mean GOOD. REALLY GOOD. HOLY SHIT IT'S GOOD. and it's almost EVERY NIGHT! :D Diven (a.k.a. Taxifox) comes over, shares in the bounty, contributes, and makes for lulz. Good company, good times. All in all, things are good.

I'll admit it's really unlike me to feel this way, but... for the first time in a WHILE, I DON'T have that ominous-looming feeling about how good things are. Then again, it's been a 'WHILE' since the shit hit the fan. Then again again, I'd say there's a little less shit than there usually is TO hit the fan.

My only regret is art. I don't get to draw anymore. It's not that they're stopping me, it's just that it's hard. It's gotten very, very hard again, and I can't seem to work anything out. My pen grinds to a halt on the tablet. I don't even know why. I could assume it's due to the lack of Furcadia in my life. All work and no play makes Stoney a dull boy, and all that. I'll admit I haven't been "playing" as much, in general. usually I just binge on wikipedia articles about Anonymous fighting Scientology in the streets until it's 4am and I realize I have to wake up in four hours... ugh.

Speaking of which, I'd better get to bed. It would be very NICE if I could find the willpower to go to bed at like, 10pm every day... wake up at FIVE, drive down to the local Gold's Gym, and actually try to do something about my FLUBB... I'm lonely. so lonely. But I know an internet relationship isn't going to do it for me anymore. I'd love to find a real girl. I'm also sick of being joked at about my inexperience. I don't have any relationship experience, and that just means that I need some. ... Of course I'm not deluding myself into thinking that it's easy. I know by now that it's never easy.

Just pipe dreams.

Good night.