Fergus (the dog) and I are watching the Living Channel. He's faking sleep, and I'm absentmindedly working on Czech noun conjugation. We're so rock and roll. My mother says she is 'contemplating', though I didn't ask what she was contemplating. I'll go up with a cup of tea for her in a few minutes, I know she likes this show. Holmes on Homes. Very Canadian. The dog isn't supposed to be on the couch, but he does that growly Ewok thing at me, so I don't push it.

I've been unemployed since the 16th of December. I've been living at home since the beginning of March. I haven't been inclined to write a journal post since March of 2007. I don't even know where to start. Or how.

Baby steps, baby steps.

At least I can say I'm still here. And perhaps I have to get back in the habit of being able to publish actual paragraphs. Or be inspired by something. Write, write, write!

Until next time? Fingers crossed.