I lie.
Ok, honestly...I'm not doing that well. Durran's in jail, and I'm worried sick about him. I don't know why, because he's been clean for ages and ages, but it was like, "well, I turn myself in tomorrow", and then he just disappeared. For three weeks. Yesterday, I found the phone numbers for all the correctional facilities in Portland. Tomorrow, I will find a way to phone them all, and track him down. The thing that bothers me the most is that I don't know why he's there. He was doing so well...and then, this.
Also, I'm having a bit of a dry spell with the writing. I've always known that I take the ability a bit for granted (what little that I have), and postpone a lot of things (all the projects and whatnot), but I've got NOTHING. And I'm actually starting to worry a bit about it. It's been a month and a half, and I haven't scribbled more then two poems, and basically little else.