Potluck in Diary

Nothing much is new. It’s just another work day for me. As per usual, I’m on my last break as I’m writing this. So it will be a short one.

Last night I ended up staying up late playing Left 4 Dead 2 until almost 5 am. Not very productive of me, but at least I had a good time.

The writing today was ridiculous. Since I got a late start on the day I hardly got anything done. But I at least made the effort and wrote a few paragraphs.

When I’m feeling depressed I tend to ignore my responsibilities and my goals. And I don’t want to go to bed. I don’t want to do anything except stay up too late, drink too much, and sleep. That’s somewhat of an exaggeration, I guess.

I’m feeling a little better today, so far, than I did, yesterday, though. Yesterday I was still thinking about my cousin Jody and how she won’t have anything to do with me anymore. I don’t know if I’ve ever written about it here or on OD, but sometime I’ll write about it again even if I already have, because it’s something that has been stewing in me a lot over the past year or so.

I guess I’d better take off and get back upstairs for more “training.” I can’t wait until I’m actually working. Sitting in a room with a bunch of people for weeks on end, doing basically nothing all day, gets old fast. Take care. Ta ta for now.