Xanga feels like a ghost town sometimes. I come back from time to time, but little seems to happen. I suppose I can be a ghost for a few minutes.

It's been nearly a year since I wrote an entry. What's happened since then? Well, I'm still working in the Council part time and playing internet poker on my days off. I'm pretty good, apparently. My friend told me last night he looked up my screen name of a database of several hundred thousand internet players and I was 11,000th!

My parents are still separated, but getting on well, and I still go to Michelle's house once a week. I also visit my Dad every weekend, which I think he enjoys. He likes to cook elaborate meals and test them on people, which I'm obviously fine with. I feel guilty about going back every weekend. I should probably be going out and meeting people more, but I dislike heading out into city, and pine for home.  

My brother moved in with his girlfriend Kath. They bicker a bit, but are still very much in love, I think. They have a little black cat called Milly, with huge eyes and a wonky tail. Unfortunately Milly's brother George got squished on the roads a month or two ago, and Kath was very distraught.

I went on a few dates in the past year, but no chemistry to speak of. I'm a bit lonely, but I'm used to that and still pretty happy. I have a platonic soulmate and I'm not sufficiently desperate to do what my uncle did and marry someone he didn't love just because he couldn't stand to be alone.  

If anyone of my old blog friends are reading, I miss you.