I slept from 5am sunday eve/monday morning, until approximately midnight last night. This was following quite a day.

Many things have happened, though I can't say what they will mean in the long run.

I have upgraded the blog's backend software, and all appears to be well.

I have gotten through much of the emotional turmoil that consumed the past week. There remain things to be talked about, and I do not know what is going to happen.

I am listening to "Lo Delta" by Afterlife frequently, and calming down, and then listening to "Let Go" by Frou Frou, and coming to the verge of tears.

I do not know what is going to happen.

I am coming to terms with myself as a person people might like with less than total concentration and training, and the outward doings of such by those writers who inspired me to start something as self serving and demonstrably pointless as a blog have given me part of whatever I needed to write about such a process here.

I am worth a considerable amount to the right person, and still have value to even the average one, and I am becoming increasingly obsessed with separating people into the two categories.

I have a date tonight, and I do not know what will happen. But I know I will be me, and however the chips fall from that, that's how they fall.

Right now, I feel oddly like Peter Gibbons after his detachment from the world in Office Space, and I'm not sure if that is a good thing or not.

I don't know what's going to happen, but this is what's happening.

[group nine we do not read, copy back]