Now that we are alien free, I can go back to work. Clary was accepted to art school, which is both great and shit at the same time. I don't really know what that makes us. I don't like the term separated. It makes us seem old. I don't like long distance relationships. Skype doesn't quite make things right.
The better news is that my agent called and I have two new shoots coming up, and money in the bank from the last one.