Been to hell and back. In the course of one week I moved to the other side of the country and in the biggest pickle of my life, managed to move back. Along the way I lost my computer, most of my valuable possessions and almost lost a home to return to. I learned some life lessons and was able to re-evaluate myself. I -love- living in Northern California, I don't want to be any place else. I love my family and I love my roomies more than I can express. I'm learning to be a much better person and learning how to love unconditionally. You never know how much you can do for someone else unless you absolutely can't any more. So glad to be home.

As far as art goes, might not be any new stuff for a really long time. But that's okay.

I've been reading a lot of books across a crazy spectrum. Began reading books that I might not like just to try it, and in the end loving them all. Dan Brown, Dean Koontz, Alice Sebold.

Good to be alive. I feel so good.