Catching up

I never did a proper review of 2003, and I'm probably not going to. Suffice it to say this: I hit the lowest of the low points in recent memory the day my journals were stolen on June 15, and I hit the highest of the highs of perhaps my entire life on July 22, the day Jenn more or less changed her mind at the last second and deigned to go on a date with me. Everything else really is trivial in comparison. My days in DC are not at an end so far as I can tell, and are in fact now irrevocably wrapped up in what Jenn ends up deciding what to do with her life, as are her plans in mine.