So, it's been about four months since my last update. I've said it before, I think, at the beginning of damned near every post for the past few years, I've been busy, whatever. Especially now with Facebook and Twitter allowing me to just throw up a quick status update, it's hard to gather up the gumption to write more than a few paragraphs – but then I end up with regret that I'd neglected to write and will forget the events that have transpired.

It's a crushing weight; I can literally feel shoulders pulled down. And it's a specific feeling - it's not a typical depression, or stress. This is an ominous sludge that I can't help but walk through. It's like I can feel it pulling me along and into its maw. I know of two moments in my life that I've felt this before, and if they're any indication... well, something wicked this way comes. Do I think I'm psychic? No, of course not.

I promise you that I've wanted to update, really I have. But, well, you know how it is. I'm getting married in three weeks, I've had birthday parties to attend, and now there's all sorts of training at work. It's a tough job, ya dig?

I really should have updated a long time ago, like a week or so, but I've been busy with this or that (most that) and it kept getting pushed away.

I'm still pretty drunk right now... so I'll post more tomorrow, or sometime this weekend, I dunno, I'm exceptionally buzzed and absolutely flying high from the wonderful event that was tonight. Vickie has successfully pulled off what I considered impossible: a surprise birthday party.

I am absolutely foored. You guys are amazing. Vickie is amazing. Thank you all!

//greatest day of my life