Cue the melodramatic violin music...

You know, in the timeless parable of one reaping what one sow's, I realize why comments on this blog have halted altogether: I have not been commenting on others' blogs. I've squandered my feedback karma. I'm sorry, but dammit, my existance is still at a dead stand-still, and it's wrenchingly painful at times to read other blogs, and the fantastic adventures depicted therein.

Take Chickpea's, and Steff's new one. I usually get a few paragraphs in before I have to turn away due to the sheer vomitous envy that washes over me. Yes, I know my time will come after I move out of my mom's house after I move out of here. Yes, I know in the grand scheme of the universe, it really isn't that far off.

But god damnit, the closer it creeps, the farther away it seems, and I have been in the most rotten fucking mood for the last few days.