It's weird - I still read you, roboheart and redwine and anticrew (btw - in Mtl for a show Feb 3) and forget that like, I can write too.

Hey, what's to say. 2007 is already a mile ahead. Approaching 2 yrs since my dad died - they say that's how long the grief (the crazy-making, the physicality of grief noone tells you about) lasts, and I agree. I verge on pretty damn functional, pretty darn ok. And relieved.

Not to say it's all in order. My job is still pretty cool and I'm moving up fast. I don't like living in Ottawa but noone does, it's our code. I broke up with R in the summer and dated the younger man and we sort of drifted into friendship (he being the most passive relationshipper I've met since me) and R drifted back in and who knows. Things are less dramatic (less alcohol?) and nothing seems so dire, so bad.

Tonight I'm going to see the show of an ex I have not seen in 6 years, his cool Cali-signed band is in town. I'm hoping it's a good reunion, a nice whisper of what was. I need to look hot.

And?

And.