I've started work again after my epic month-long unpaid vacation. I think I'll be writing at least a bit more now that I'm back at what Kay once called an internet job. My break has been startlingly unproductive, even when I take into account two colds, a stomach flu and dog allergies. My exercise has faded into a memory, and I have grown outwardly. I have finished only one book, which was about 180 pages long. My German lessons have fallen a bit behind, which is particularly critical since I have to return it at the end of this month in order to get a refund. More regularly, I have passed from one obsession of old English plays to another, Roman history, and right back to not caring about much of anything.

Also, Buffy.