.22.

It's now officially been a month since Tim moved in with me.

Not only am I not sick of him, but I crave his company around even more. Most likely because we haven't had too many days relaxing at home together, as he's been pulling doubles for days at his job, or working at my job with me or else sleeping. It's been hectic, to say the least.

I find myself battling fewer social demons and more personal ones, which is really for the better. Now I just have to contend with my art and myself, and the occassional displeasure towards the amount I drink. I drink too much and smoke far too much and it's a problem, but one that I like to think I'm working on finding a balance for.

In the meantime, I need a vacation from my job where I can just be at home and paint at my own pace and enjoy the company of the man I love.