I:

I work.
I hurt.
I drink.
I hurt.
I sleep.
I hurt.
I have fleeting moments of ecstasy.
I hurt.

Lather.
Rinse.
Repeat.

Tonight is my Friday. I have nothing meaningful to say.

Still breathing.

Since last update, I have: Driven across the United States. Visited several of them for days at a time. Moved to Kansas. Been caught in more than one tornado. Spent a summer in humidity and temperatures no one should have to live with. Driven back across the United States. Moved back to the Seattle area. Acquired a steady job. Worked away my drinking time.

I think we're pretty much caught up.