so it goes

Meant to work on Firefly fic tonight. Wound up making a couple of new Firefly icons instead. It happens.

I should probably write something about my real life, but I'm at a loss. It's good, is all. I'm tired a lot, but in a good way, mostly. Went on a date-thing Saturday, not the most thrilling chemistry but enjoyable all the same, although he hasn't contacted me since even though he outright said he would. Ah, well, such is life. I'll shoot him an e-mail tomorrow, I guess. I'm not particularly bothered either way, honestly. Work is not the most exciting thing ever, but it's mildly stressful and tiring and yet strangely, pleasantly satisfying. I should get off my butt and try actually meeting people outside my work, but so far the housemates are keeping me suitably entertained, so it's hard to muster the energy. My default setting is vastly happier than it was this whole past year in Chicago, so it's all good. The apathy of contentment is a strange beast, but I'm not complaining one bit.

Hi.