My my, how quickly we forget the promises that we make. I guess some things never change.

I think my neverending, constant acquisition of health afflictions is making me become a hypochondriac. But this one in particular is Kate's doing: I think I have endometriosis. I looked it up online and it seems I have many of the symptoms listed. Fucking great.

I was talking with Kate today about future living arrangements and plans, and I think it's starting to sink in that my habit of living beyond my means must come to an end. Too bad, living off my parents was working out nicely for me. But, as new responsibilities arise and new changes take place, I suppose there comes a point in every person's life where we must face the fact that we can no longer indulge in the glamour of being a dependent...well, at least for another year or so. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, ay?