I am happy. As I wrote in an earlier post, happier than I have been in years. Happier than I was when I was with someone. I have ALL of my creativity back, which I am noticing was sorely missing in the last few years. I have been creating art like a mad man. Currently, I have quite a few zombie busts (they really are something; much better than they sound), several gris-gris, voodoo dolls, gangsta rap kitchen towels, and aprons ready to post for sale. Quite the assortment, and all wonderful (but I suppose I am biased).

And what else? I haven’t written much lately, though I should be. I have a ton to say; doesn’t particularly matter that people probably don’t want to hear what I have to say. But, I need to write it. I was actually thinking about offering myself up to the Internet gods and writing a series of essays about online dating. Though, to be honest, I am completely not interested in dating anyone right now. I am completely happy with myself. And, my last date left a lot to be desired.

Work is good. Friends are great. Life is good. Right now, I’m one of those annoying “happy” people. :)