nope, not dead yet...
the cat & garden are doing well, though the nasturtiums are taking over.
have not left vancouver except for a weekend a coupla months ago in victoria (- on vancouver island, not somewhere more exotic)
going on 2-and-a-half years with the boyfriend...
had a drunken breakdown & cut most of my hair off with my pocketknife in the bathroom of a bar.
feeling rather selkie-like these days, fighting the urge to run away from the ordinary & resume haphazardly exploring.
-- & i'm thinking of going to cooking school. hey, if i'm gonna learn a trade, why not pick one that's stressful, messy, & not all that lucrative? might drive me to blog more often.
is this what growing up is supposed to feel like?