January 27th, 2003

run the fuck away

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Good things about this morning: I could find my glasses, and I didn't miss the 55 bus.

Of course, I couldn't find anything else, including pants, my wallet, a hair tie, or a shirt. And the 55 was 15 minutes late, which meant that the fact that my connecting bus was 5 minutes late did not matter. Oh, and I'm subject to a raging depression, I didn't ghost my room because in the past all of the other tech classes I've taught Facilities wanted to ghost, but this one I was supposed to, I'm still subject to a raging depression, and I had to take a bus at six this morning.

I can't remember a depression quite like this one before. Usually, I just feel flat and empty, or like part of me is missing. Those are terribly unpleasant, but you get used to them. This one is new... I've been on the verge of tears for good parts of the morning, and on the bus ride in I caught my face contorted as if I were in some great physical pain.

Today's just gonna suck isn't it? I'm glad that when Cate and I got cigarettes last night, one pack ended up in my coat pocket. And I discovered that K-Mart has a really good toy department with a decent Transformers selection, and I pass by it on my way home. So there's something to look forward to.
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run the fuck away

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Uh yeah... still doing bad, and now wondering if I'm just annually subject to these sorts of things. You see, Cate and I are coming up on a one year anniversary, and well, I've had some bad luck with one year anniversaries, as some of you may recall.

So yeah, rampaging depression rockets in my skull, and I'm not even going to see Cate until almost ten tonight.

Today is really going to suck.
Building 'n Me

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Okay... I'm a bit better. You still don't want to be locked in a room with me; I'll eat your spleen and vent mine, but I'm doing better.

I still want to go to bed.

VB is going okay, I haven't killed Ivory, which is probably a testament to how enthusiastic I am. I just get really wry with him.
"So, this is like Access, right." "No. Not at all."
"I can double click there and change that, right?" "No, no you can't."
"Why is that measured in twips?" "'Cause it is. I didn't design it."
run the fuck away

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I live. I'm feeling much better. Cate didn't go to work tonight, and we met on the bus ride home. Glee.

We stopped by K-mart, and I picked up the latest edition of Megatron, a large tank with all sorts of nodes where minitransformers can dock, and make it do things. It makes noises and does all sorts of neet things.

Pretty schway.

I'm still kinda blah, but oh so much better; I'm more tired than anything else. Early bedtime tonight.