My nostalgia is what keeps me interested nowadays; my life has more or less completely moved beyond cards/gaming. My friends still go in for 40K and Warhammer Fantasy but I just don't have the time or money (especially money) anymore. I work full-time and, as the last remaining technician at my place of employment, I enjoy the perk of basically being on-call even when I'm off. I'm trying to focus on writing, doing so whenever I find the available time and energy - which means I'll sit down and write an average of 2 or 3 times a week.
I've had a few romantic interests flare up in recent months, none of which panned out. I keep getting suckered into webs of
deceit by crazy girls who say anything to keep me intrigued, which - ironically - is the one guaranteed way to get me to run away.
I just moved into a new apartment, a two-bedroom, and I'm not 100% sure my supposed roommate (an old friend being removed from the Navy for doing something stupid) will ever actually come home. That's incredibly stressful, since only at the tightest budgeting and financial restraint can I afford to live here on my own. I honestly don't remember the last time I bought or did anything just because it was fun. Sometimes I hate being an adult.
I picked up Pokemon Platinum again. So many late-night man-hours are poured into that succubus of a video game. Pokemon satisfies my intense, often-subdued OCD tendencies; it gives me a never-ending task: encounter, capture, organize. I love it and hate it, but if I could have a job that only involves organizing random bits of "stuff", I would do it... and probably for free.
So that's where I am right now. 2009 has gone by entirely too fast and I have gained extremely little from the preceding 8 months. My grasp exceeds my reach, which is just about the only thing keeping me going. I really want to attain my dreams.