Twenty-three days later I seem to have shed the burden of whatever milder form of anti-muse that was holding me prisoner. I've made progress in a few sections of my life, and even been offered help in some very strange forms. It seems as though I am back to my nominal cruising altitude of most fortunate person on the planet and I remember that it's better this way. I have realized that I may have suffered some interesting traumas that make me slightly more volatile - not in any dangerous way, but I seem to be focusing most of my conversational wit into devastating people (most of which is unintentional - that which isn't is something I'm going to have to sort out later).

My Guru is on the mend judicially and while he's not super pleased about being clean now he is on a good path mentally now. This whole thing might be really beneficial for him in the long run.

Someone (who I will refer to as Fennec Fox) became less sketchtastic - that was nice I'm never really sure what to expect and I think that keeps things lively, but I still feel like I am the most awkward person in the universe sometimes.

I was just (secretly) notified that I have a summer position on staff so I will be able to actually live well this summer, rather than just survive.

Finally, I was asked to remove anything valuable from a room in which a resident had abandoned his "junk". In the room was an electric-acoustic guitar which now belongs to me via my super-fortuitousness.

It's gonna be a good month.