So, the title of my last post was "Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over." It's a line from T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land, and I was trying to be all clever by using it to refer to the final acheivement of my Bachelor's degree while at the same time referencing a poem that is a wonderful example of why I desperately wanted to fire my ass out of college with a cannon.
Then, I didn't write anything afterwards in spite of my proclamation of "I am on the warpath to reclaim my life, starting with this blog." What happened there, Mick?
Well, so, yeah. Turns out my college education isn't the only thing that's over. My 5-year relationship with my girlfriend ended shortly after. I've been living with my parents for the past two weeks, officially becoming the comic book geek stereotype (and I don't even have a basement or attic to myself). And, for obvious reasons, haven't been in much of a mood to blog.
I'm not going to go into details. I'm not embarassed by what happened, and I don't care if the whole world knows. I'm not going into details for the sake of anyone who reads this blog. I can guarantee you that you would quickly file it under "TMI." That's right. Even in this dark time, I'm thinking all about you.