I’ve come to the very sudden realisation that I’m supposed to be an adult. December is not too far away and I’ll be 25. I look at my friends and see several people who are prepared to get married or are well on their way to be before they’re 30. Meanwhile I spent this afternoon reading comics (for anyone who cares the book is Saga, and it is amazing). But hey, I’m not that hopeless. I work full-time as a sub-editor at Happy and have moved into a share house in Marrickville. It’s improved both my work and sex life considerably. Yet, that emptiness that plagued me still gnaws at my mind just as frantically as it did a year ago.