Back.

Well, it's been a year and some, and I'm pretty sure no one reads this anymore.

Let's see-- since I last wrote, I have managed to do all of the following:
drop out of grad school, get married, have a miscarriage, go to Paris again with someone I love, and become a housewife.

The thing with not having any more drama in your life is that you always feel like you're vaguely missing something. Sometimes, I get up in the morning and I have a hollowness that I can't explain.

The husband is wonderful. He's the first man I've ever met who has really treated me like gold-- he is so good to me every single fucking day. My parents are beside themselves, now that I've "snagged" a good one.

Most of these days, I sit at home, unemployed and bored. I signed up with a temp agency, but they haven't really called me and I guess I don't care. I spend most of my time on Facebook, creepily creeping on people's profiles. As soon as I summon more motivation, I will start on my novel, but for right now, I enjoy vegging out and being a noncontributing member of society.

The husband-- is, shall I say, a nerd. He's really into some weird shit-- and by that, I don't mean anything sexual(I WISH!)-- he's into things like Magic the Gathering, Warcraft, video games. He's so unlike any other guy I've ever been with, not at all dark or swarthy or swaggering. But he tries so hard to make me happy that I had no choice but to marry him.

I wanted desperately to get someone to love me unconditionally since... forever. And now that I have that, I find myself thinking of my alternatives. What is wrong with me?