I still exist

Yes, hello, I'm here. I'm always here. So it's been, my goodness, about seven months since last I posted. It's been fairly busy, I've quit drinking, started drinking and quit drinking several times; you know the routine. I'm starting to think of it like the seasons; I go through my drunk-happy season, drunk-miserable season, sober-happy season and then we start again. I know I'll have to quit for good at some point, some point fairly soon, but right now I have to say I am... well happy seems boastful; less depressed, maybe? That may sound underwhelming, but I assure you 'less depressed' is probably the best I've felt in a long time, years maybe. Wow, that's depressing. Fuck! I ruined it!
This is getting maudlin. I remember why I stopped posting to this thing. Anyway, this really is a good time for me. I finally quit my job! I am no longer an indentured, albeit well-paid, servant of mastercard. That's a good thing. While casting about for another job I ponced off to Vancouver to visit my father's family. While there, my aunt and uncle offered me a place to live, a room in their condo, and my aunt offered me a job with the tour- company- thing she works for. They made the offer less than a week ago, so I want to give it some thought, but I think I'm going to go. It would mean leaving Winnipeg, the city I've lived in my entire life, as well as my family here, and my friends. Frankly, the prospect of starting in an entirely new, and massive, city scares the hell of of me, but I think that's a good thing. I'm excited about it; I feel engaged by the possibilities of it.
Oh, I'm writing, too. I don't know if I ever mentioned this, but I've written a screenplay. I gave it to my old screenwriting professor to read, and while I was waiting to hear back from him, which took a while, I started a novel. I've since heard back from my prof and he gave me lots of good notes and ego-boasting praise, as well some names in local production companies. The novel is going well, though, so well that I want to finish it before I get back to the screenplay, with some breaks here and there to knock off some short stories. I really love writing, whether or not I'm ever successful at it. Of course if I can recieve some sort of champagne-and-blowjob- based compensation that would be good, too.
I am still single, which is annoying. I've been kind of a mess the last...oh, seven years or so, and probably not much use to a woman. I'm starting to pull my shit together, though, and become someone worth being with. Hmm, that's kind of boastful, too, but hey, let's just go ahead and get a little nuts.
So that's it, I guess; there's my progress report. You know what? In retrospect, upgrade my status from 'less depressed' to 'almost happy.' I know, I know, it's a bold statement for me. But so what, fuck you, it's my blog.