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One year later...

The blog is still here.
I moved.
I still haven't fully unpacked.
The (artist formerly known as the ex-)roomie has returned.
I have the same job.
I do a bit more work.
I'm beginning to feel the pinch.
Dubya still infuriates me.
So do all the religious fundamentalists.
I still find her captivating.
I'm still restless.
I'm clean(er).
I'm fat(ter).
I go out less.
I'm still single. Kind of.
The Car is no more.
Replaced by New Car.
I watch "The West Wing" again.
I still haven't met her.
Everyone I know is either having kids or splitting up.
I couldn't begin to tell you where I will be this time, next year.