So, I think I actually want to write in here for once.  (If the 'net
connection doesn't keep dying on me)  I don't know what all I have to say.
I've been depressed recently, and so unsure of my relationship with Sarah.
I've stuck with it because I like her and I think that perhaps my tendency
toward running away from relationships after a month or two is more a
panic reaction than a logical one.  As if "affairs of the heart" are ever
governed by logic.  I'm surprised that Sarah is willing to put up with me
through my King of Wishy-Washy phase, but she's convinced herself that I'm
worth it.  There's no accounting for taste.

I have an appointment Thursday morning (at 8 friggin am) to see a
psychiatrist.  I want to go back on Zoloft, which I assume will be no
problem, because it's about as difficult to come by as Pez.  hoping that
this will alliviate some of my current "life sucks and then you die"
attitude.  make room for the possibility of happiness.  

Work seems to be looking up; I'm transitioning what feels like smoothly
towards a job as features writer, away from crappy data entry stuff.  

so, haven't we heard all this angst, gone through all these crises, raised
all these hopes before?  it seems I never bore of it.