Seriously...had a couple close calls, but not dead yet.

The Interventions of Edward Forrest is on hiatus while I pull my grades up (I made a 2.955555555 last semester, so I had to appeal some scholarships). I have the first couple chapters written, and a number of other chapters mapped out (the same old excuse...planned but not done).

My roommate is moving out, and my girlfriend is moving in, so I'm happier...but something's just not right; some people have been walking around in masks lately. I try not to let it bother me, and cling to the true friends who don't.

Refunded my Comic-Con tickets, because I could use the money for better things; also, next year is going to be huge because it's going to be the 30th I think (or 40th *shrug*).

I have a couple other things I could talk about, but I have to go study for a biology test tomorrow...it's about the peeneys and vaginas...and postsynaptic terminals, the excitatory/inhibitory responses, and other neuron/action potential stuff...

Peace
-Willum