Nothing to write home about.

So much has happened, though nothing is really going on. A lot has changed, numerous times in a brief time period, but there's really not much to say, or at least, I don't know just how to say it. What can I say? I moved, I moved again, and moved again, 2 of those moves were to my own place, one was a "crashing" situation. It's already ages ago now, I've longer moved on from those days. there have been people, from people I didn't know before and got to know quite rapidly, to people I've known for years, on and off, quite well to not very much at all which have been part of these past months, some which are still, with similar to very different situations occurring with said people. I've been in the same job for 3 whole months or maybe longer, it seems to be going well though I have a habit of screwing up these situations in an entirely unspectacular manner despite trying my little heart out to be a good worker and so on, that I'm not completely confident with the whole thing.. yet, or maybe not ever, assuming I last much longer which I'm not assuming at all. Having settled in to what is now my own place, for more than temporary, with internet and everything, I've in some ways settled in to my old way of doing things, that is, not doing much at all, and in fact not really having friends, or much of a life. Perhaps that's deep down how I want it and I should stop pretending that I'm more interesting than the kind of person who's like that. It sure would make life easier, but can I be that honest with myself? Should I be, or should I strive for something more? I don't expect answers to those questions, I'm guessing they're rhetorical. That, for the moment is all. Things may change.