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I don't know that I'm doing as bad as I was this time last year, but at the moment, I feel like it's a close race.

Still drinking too much. Less than before, but still too much for my gut. Wish that beer didn't make you grow a gut. Haven't managed to get back to working out. When I do, it's brief. I can only hope that in the next few months I'll manage to get back on track with it.

Jk called the other night. Hadn't heard from her in over a year. We went out. I felt like I could kiss the damn sidewalk. I suppose that there's nothing to help one define "home" quite like being kept away from it for 6 years or so.

I want to go home.