Current mood:	I have a headache
Current music:	"Keep Fishin'" (Weezer)

K+1: A year of more-or-less progress
Physical:
Last fall my weight peaked at around 215, which is absurd when you realize that I once carried 100 fewer (n.less) pounds on the same frame. By turning down seconds and ice cream and doing a little (okay, very little) exercising, I'm down to 200ish, which was the goal. 190 by Christmas is doable.

All through last fall and winter, I was losing tons of hair in the shower. Like, big ol' handfuls, every time. I figured that Male Pattern Baldness had just set in, and didn't much care. But this spring and summer, it gradually stopped happening. Now there's hardly any. Guess it was just stress, and I'm less stressed now.

Social:
I now have a pretty good number of friends and friendly acquaintances, but no runnin' buddies. Also, the three non-blood relationships that mean most to me are pretty much defunct, and in two cases it's my fault.

Psychological:
Between Prozac, DHEA, and B-Complex, by brain is firing better than it was, but it still has glitches. Therapy, Clonopin (or however they spell it this month), and Vistaril are keeping the panic attacks in check.
See above, re: hair.

Financial:
Bwahahahaha.

Sexual:
Ibid.

Anniversarial:
365 days ago this morning was when things looked best--the storm had passed without flattening the city, and the levees had held. Except, oops, they hadn't. I spent the afternoon staring at the tv in disbelief, wondering why water was creeping up Canal St.

Last night, having watched another four hour of anniversarial specials, I sat in the dark and sipped VSOP out of the bottle while listening to Tom Waits. You can force the Bede out of Uptown, but you can't force Uptown out of the Bede.

And good night to the streetsweepers, the nightwatchman flamekeepers,
And good night Matilda too.