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I seriously have to get better about this site.

I think the problem here is that I'm an active user of Google+, which damages my need/ability to spend much time posting on my blog. Especially since the feedback on G+ is nearly-instant, while the feedback here is nearly-nonexistent.

Things that have changed since my last post:

I'm seeing someone pretty seriously now, and I'm happy about it. I'm thinking about my job prospects. Work is starting to heat up as we approach the holidays. I saw Jasper again, and he's huge and willful and a beautiful boy whom I love more than ever. I've decided that waiting for the right time to start AP back up will mean that it will never happen, so I'm committing to just making it happen. I've got a Lvl-50 Tauren Protection Paladin on Proudmoore, and have joined a guild, and I already have a lvl-10 undead ranged hunter alt that I'm working with. I've got a couple of 360 games at home, but I'm not really playing them, because most of my time is being spent with Jean, doing things other than playing videogames.

My money crunch really hasn't cleared up, but I think I'm managing it moderately well so far.

I really want to make this a more viable location for my thoughts, but that'll require some integration work, which i just don't have the time and energy for right now.

Here's hoping I'm somehow magically better about this in the future.

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