Hello ladies, germs, and fellow parasites.

I'm still alive. I can't really say that I'm alive and well because I'm drained physically and mentally. but I suppose I'm as well as I can be considering my situation.
I have some places to stay. Some are temporary, some are semi permanent and one more permanent with a very dear friend of mine. I'm trying to go day to day with figuring things out and I think that I can get through this. my dear friends and my ever so lovely partner have been the absolute best and I would probably be on the streets if it wasn't for them.
Currently I don't have much stuff to my name, I just have my bird and clothes. I don't have my material things (laptop, hard drive, tablet, ipod, books, records, cameras, and several small things that mean the absolute world to me that I was unable to bring with me when I was kicked out.)
I'm back at square one, however, I feel like this can be a good thing. my outlook on life has changed and I don't think it could get much worse than it already has been...
I hope you all are still doing alright. I don't know if anyone of you worry about me or even care but I guess I'll let you know regardless. I'm hanging in there. I'm still alive and I'll continue to keep slithering along.

In a favored Courage Wolf Quote, I'll leave you.

"Rock bottom? Good, a solid foundation."

- ces -