Ah, the blissful regularity of life has returned. No more flying at 9am and returning at midnight. No more must I tremble with rage during commercial breaks on set while “Corey” riles up the crowd with stale jokes and horrible delivery.

Yes, regularity is what I’ve needed and I’ve been eating a bunch of Santa Cruz fiber. After all the craziness of Idol I really needed time with friends and– OH FUCK I’M MOVING!

Well, this week is progressing way too quickly. I have exactly 7 days before I move and I’ve literally done nothing except make a To-Do list that I have no intention of adhering to. Yesterday I walked along the beach and got all sentimental instead of packing. Today I woke up in a haze and made invites for my going-away party. I rock climb in an hour and have dinner with an old friend.

It just doesn’t feel as if I’m leaving. It’s strange: I’ve spent months in anticipation for this big life changing event and now that it is soon to occur I’m defiant.

On the plus side, I can finally begin to do stuff again. I don’t have a job to sap my creativity and I do have plenty to talk about in the coming weeks. I’m very excited about teaching again and being around kids. They’re fun and weird, fearless and uncensored. Which is approximately what I am except for the fearlessness part.

So officially, welcome back to Negative Neil.