So I'm on vitamin supplements, xanax, reflux meds and now antibiotics and an inhaler because I've got fucking asthma.

I hate my life.

So. I haven't posted in a bit, let alone made a public post. Let us see what I can do to fix that, yes?

I am 24 now, birthday quietly came and went, just the way I prefer. GF, my fiance, is still not back in the country. He's been gone well over a year and it makes me very sad to talk about it, so let's not. We speak over Ventrilo daily, about the only thing that keeps me sane.
The cats have grown. Well, Teeny has grown. He's enormous, monstrous. Very furry and very cuddly and still an intrepid explorer. Victor is still my skittish little ratty thing, grumpy and aloof. Until something upsets him, in which case he clings to me like it's the end of the world.
The original dogs my parents owned are all dead now, but they have recently adopted a 2-year-old dog called Arnie. He's a Shetland shepherd (think Lassie) crossed with border collie. Very sweet animal.
I'm still living in my two-bedroom flat, which has devolved into a complete mess as I don't have anyone else to hold me responsible. I'm paying my bills off in time and being careful as I can with money, but that doesn't leave much to save afterwards.
I still cook. I still bake. This week has been muffins. No pictures, I'm afraid.
I still read an awful lot. Currently re-reading The Princess Bride, recently finished a number of books on forensic pathology and various communicable diseases. I don't know what I'll read after this, I have an unfinished biography of Mary, Queen of Scots sitting on my desk glaring at me so I suppose it'll be that. I have an active library membership again, so I can actually borrow books instead of skulking in the stacks, devouring what I can. My current online reading material is cleolinda's Secret Life of Dolls, which entertains me far more than it should.
I still don't watch television. The last movie I watched was, I think, The Watchmen, which I thoroughly enjoyed but cannot, now, remember much of.
I haven't discovered much in new music recently, silence seems to be more appealing at the moment.
I don't remember the last time I left the house for anything besides buying food and visiting my parents. It doesn't bother me. I've stopped sleeping with the lights on. I feel better about that, and my electricity bill is lower as well. I am not currently on medication. I haven't been able to make myself to go back to the doctor for more. I'm still deeply unhappy, unsatisfied and afraid. But I'm coping.
The weather hasn't been particularly cold recently, but I'm spending most of the time with the heater going and slippers on my feet.
I have new mobile phone. It's still quite shiny and I don't understand it very well yet. I do have a Twitter account. My online presence has not really expanded much recently. I still play far too much WoW, but I think I'm improving at it. My current active characters are Xll, Iily, Iizzy, Deliria and Ailura. I enjoy them, though I do not spend as much time doing things that I would prefer to. My guild is doing well, and my guild mates are, for the most part, perfectly nice and reasonable people.

I have very little else to report. I'm still boring, I still miss my fiance terribly, my cats are fine and I am coping. That's all. There's nothing else.

Apparently I have to do this every day?

I'm going to put a future backdated entry at the top of my journal for easy access. Once it goes up, go ahead and comment with your adoptables that need views/clicks/feeding and I'll add them to my morning routine.

edit: it's here!

  And so, after what seemed an infinity to Titus and a whisk of time's skirt to Barquentine, the morning was both fleet and tardy, fructified and like a grape of air, in whose lucent body the earth was for that moment suspended - that phantom ripeness throbbed, that thing called noon.
  Before it had awoke to die on the instant of its waking, a score of bells and clocks had shouted midday and for a minute after its death, from near and far the clappers in their tents of rusted iron clanged across Gormenghast. It was as though no mechanism on earth could strike or chain that ghost of time. The clocks and the bells stuttered, boomed and rang. They trod with their iron imprint. They beat with their ancient fists and shouted with archaic voices - but the ghost was older.
  Noon, ripe as thunder and silent as thought, had fled unfingered.
  When every echo had died from even those clocks in the western outcrops, whose posthumous tolling was proverbial, so that the phrase, 'late as a western chime' was common in the castle - when every echo had died, Titus became aware of another sound.
  After the languid threnody of the chimes, this fresh sound, so close upon the soft heels of the pendulums, appeared hideously rapid, merciless and impatient.
  It had the almost dream-like insistence, for all its actuality, of some hound with feet of stone or iron; or some coursing beast, that, rattling its rapacious and unalterable way in the wake of its prey, was momentarily closing the gap between evil and innocence.

--Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake

The Slander of Women Act of 1891 made it illegal actionable to write or say anything which would "impute unchastity or adultery to any woman or girl" in the UK (excepting Scotland).

This law is still in effect.

Source: The UK Statute Law Database

The wonderfully scrumptious vikingcarrot bought me a rename token, so I finally have a less tard-like version of my username.

Hurrah!

Holy shit, I love these shoes beyond all reason. When I'm walking around, I just want to ask people, "Hey, do you see my shoes? Do you like them? Aren't they neat?"

AND EVERYONE WILL AGREE.