I am. Just... buried.
Work work work. TES Fest TES Fest TES Fest. Plus a whole weekend with bio-family adventures. All together, it makes for a sleepy boy who when a moment of free time becomes available opts to sit on his couch and play XBox to zone out. Killing people in GTA IV does a lot to manage stress levels, believe it or not.
That being said, I need to get out more, be social more, and most importantly... get laid. It's been way too long since that has happened, and I'm dying. I'm now accepting applicants. The job requires no-strings-attached friendly activities, possible use of a cane, and someone who is not adverse to a horribly messy apartment.