.21.

A lot has changed.

I found a new apartment, after a tough time breaking into ghetto real estate that involved credit checks. It's up in Ridgewood, Queens, at the border with Bushwick. It's a very nice place with no closets but a nice walk-in pantry. It balances out, since we care more about eating than storing clothing.

Tim moved down from Massachusettes and the past few weeks have been a whirlwind of lovemaking and shopping and working at my job.

I also made a few contacts from Gen Con in Indianapolis and should hopefully be completing some test assignments in the next few days.

I lose my discipline very quickly, especially in the face of socialization. Or worse, feeling obligated towards seeing someone.

I suppose that in the next couple of weekends I should have a formal gathering to see everyone so I can go another month or few without feeling bad. But with Tim around, I don't really much care to see anyone. I also can work when I'm around him on my art, which I cannot do around anyone else.

It sounds a bit cold-hearted and ungrateful, but honestly, there's too much I need to get done these days to worry about socializing and friends. They got along fine before I showed up and will probably continue to do so while I'm gone. Hopefully they won't have hard feelings about this whole disappearing thing, but if they know me well enough, then they'll know that's what I do.