Nothing much interesting to say. Feeling stressed out and deeply misanthropic for a whole spectrum of reasons. NOLA is nice but intermittently scary, like Monday when the entire neighborhood flooded and half the cars on the block were ruined. Got a free couch and loveseat, which is nice. Have a ton of work lining up in front of me, and a ton of move-related debts to work off.

The Internet feels more and more like a hostile place, even here a bit. I keep running into identity politics that is WAY off my crackpottery scale, whenever I stray more than a degree of separation away from you lot. I've just got nowhere else to go.

Feeling very emotionally disconnected from everyone and everything, advanced to the point where it doesn't really bother me anymore, and that should probably concern me. Oh well. I'm 2600 miles away from... The Thing... and its other major players, and a little numbness and indifference might be the best thing after all.

I miss having a social life with any emotional or imaginative character to it whatsoever. It'll probably hurt a lot more in a few months in the profoundly likely event I am unable to fix it, but for now This Is Fine(TM).

Maybe we'll all die in a simultaneous multi-coast string of disasters, a hurricane and an earthquake hitting at the same moment, some Lars Von Trier-grade act of God's indifference and disgust. At this point, I'm not sure I wouldn't go down laughing.