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» meeting people
Poor journal. I've neglected you for a few days. Here's a real lark. I was telling MJ about my insatiable desire for sleep these last few weeks and he said, "Sounds like depression." And it occured to me that he may be right, and I may have been in a low level depression for the last month or so. It's hard to say, because I've basically been in a depressed state for the last two years. So now I'm wondering about the accuracy of the notation on my archive pages. I would not be uncomfortable with changing almost all of them to [m|D]. Oh well. It's really hard to be objective about this stuff. Today is the day of Halloween parties. Supposedly I'll be going to a number of them with rmutt and his girlfriend, and it looks like Sabrina too. The problem is (problems are) that it's 4pm and I have no costume, and rmutt and I were supposed to get together at noon to find costumes and he hasn't called me back. Add to that the fact that I really just want to sleep and relax and treat myself to a movie and read "Pale Fire" by Nabokov, and suddenly I'm dreading the outcome of this already disastrous day. I want to meet new people. Parties are good for this. However, having Sabrina along will make meeting new people (read: women) difficult. Sabrina and I have a friendly realationship, but no more than that. She's new to San Fran as of last month, and doesn't know anyone here. I know what it's like to be in her position, so I don't begrudge her the opportunity to hang out. Blah. I met a friend of Kezia's last night. Well, I'd met her before, but I actually talked to her last night. The first time I saw her I thought she was so beautiful and my self-confidence slipped (I didn't know _any_ of the other people at that gathering) and I couldn't approach her. But last night I talked to her and she laughed at my witty remarks (thank god for alcohol) and we discussed teaching at length. (She's a High School English Lit. teacher at an inner-city public school. How great is that? *swoon*.) Not that that's going anywhere... Feh. OK, it looks like I need to go out and find some sort of costume.
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