Meloncholy, but that beats the depression any day.

Haven't been posting much.... Not a lot to say... which seems odd, since so much has changed.

The new place is great and I am starting to settle in. After only two years living alone, I am afraid to find that my roomating skills are really rusty. It will take time to adjust.

But I am sure I will adjust faster than Her Royal Highness, The Pirate Tranny Kitty Goddess Afsoun: Bane Of Arachnid Kind And Harbinger Of Podiatric Doom and Helen: The Kitty That Launched A Thousand Ships will. Although there is mostly just a lot of snooty-like ignoring going on, there is also the occasional growling and hissing. So far no major fights though. Knock wood.

The new term started Monday, and so far, I don't have nearly enough hours. I was told there were more coming, but I heard nothing today, so it looks like it is going to be yet another lean few months. You would think I would be used to it by now. Frankly, I am beginning to feel beaten down by it. Maybe that's the point... Things won't turn around until I completely learn how to be poor.

whereispaco is gone.... I took him to the airport at some ungodly hour of the morning this morning so he could fly to Barcelona for the week. He'll be back for a few mere hours in like ten days, but Portland already seems an emptier and more dull place without my grrl.

I am about to go through yet another transformation, I can feel it. One more reason the nickname "Bug" is so apt... like an insect, metamorphosis is part of my life cycle. I wonder what's next?

Stay tuned and pass the tissues.