I’m back from the East Coast and the holidays are over. But now R is here visiting; my schedule of retreating into a hole to play Xbox and talk to her on the phone/iChat/IM has been replaced with having her back in Mountain View, staying in our apartment and sleeping in the same bed.

You know what?

It’s fucking hard.

We both have been on a bit of a roller coaster, emotionally. Getting used to each other again after her being gone 4.5 months. We will be fine, because that’s how it goes, but I don’t recommend it for an instant.

But beyond the stress and tears and badly chosen words and general nonsense, it’s all great. And we will have fun.

Whenever I write one of these posts, I long for some giant news and always come up blank. But I believe this is due more to my inability to hype the stories that deserve it.

Like publishing my first novel. Like going home to see family. Like losing a very important uncle. Like having my gf, the very possible love of my life, visit for 3 weeks.

Instead, I think about how I almost like 10,000 Maniacs when they randomly play on my iPod. Or work. Or the fact that I wasted 2 hours of my life watching “Wanted.”

So now I just need to find a solid way to make 2009 count for more than 2008. I was given investment advice last night: End the year with more money than you started it with.

This sounds wise and easy but I haven’t decided to what level that satisfies me. But I’d like to end 2009 more satisfied than I have started it. The challenge is identifying satisfaction. Which is exactly the wheel I have been spinning for months and months now. When I haven’t been playing Xbox.

And that’s good enough for me, really.

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