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2003-07-23//11:48 p.m.

Kia Ora-

'Hopelessly adrift in the eyes of the ghost again/Down on my knees with my hands in the air again...'
-The Cure, Untitled, 1989

A lot and nothing all at once.

The best news is that the Buddha Cop Kevin Boyd was in town for the past few days. Unfortunately, I couldn't re-arrange my schedule to see him more than I did, but he came up and spent time with me at the library. At one point it was funny, we were walking out and Shelly was smoking a clove cigarette--if I closed my eyes I could have sworn it was high school again. Mr. Boyd (and the lovely Mrs. Boyd) is the part of my soul that has been absent too long. They've been in North Carolina for nearly 7 years now, but they are planning a return to the Hellmouth Southeast soon. He leaves for NC at about 5:00am so I was really happy to spend what few minutes I could with him. But soon they will return.

And Jane takes her GRE test tomorrow which hopefully will open some new opportunities for her. I really hope she kicks the test's ass, that is if the test indeed has an ass.

Saturday the Midnight Bowlers League will be rockin' the 10:00pm slot at the WMNF Rolling Stones tribute. That's a pretty prime spot, so that's great!

Oh, and the best news of yesterday was I got an e-mail from Leslie Segrete from While You Were Out. That really turned my otherwise crappy day around. *sigh*

Which brings me to the shitty side of things. There are aspects of my job, not directly related to my local environment or co-workers, that sometimes seem to cause more stress than it's worth. Sometimes I can't help feeling singled out for things, because of who I am or what I look like or what my position is or who I was affiliated with. It's not that important really, I just don't want things to snowball.

I still deal on a daily basis. I'm talking about dealing with depression. It's been hitting pretty intensely lately. It comes and goes and I know it's something I'll have to contend with for the rest of my life, but I refuse to medicate for it. Maybe one day I will have to take meds, but I am trying to prolong that dependence. I am learning to change it slowly and even though the intensity of the pain is not lessened, I am learning how to deal better.

That's about all that's newsworthy. I suppose that all that needs to be said is, I got mail from Leslie Segrete!!!

Keep the faith,

-N.

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