Oi, I'm tired.  I'm here in the Stanford CoHo, trying to work on my story

while Jackie studies, but it isn't working.  Even if my body were awake, I

don't think mybrain would be.  Still haven't recovered from last night's

poisons.  Quite a weekend!  I sometimes go entire weekends seeing almost

nobody, but this weekned, I saw TONS of people that I haven't seen in a

while, and from different crowds to boot.  Chris and Tracy and Bobby and

Courtney and Jason and Sarah and Matt and Victor and Bryan and Jenny and

Mike and Melissa and Jessie and Greg and Ingrid and Pat and Benjie and

Jackie and Cathy and Matt and . . . . er, that's quite enough.  Anyhow, it

was just really good that I got all this human contact.  Oxytocin.  I was

reminded of that recently from someone who mentioned it in their writing.

I thought I was one of few people who'd heard of it.  It was something

from an article that Laurel showed me, back Senior year in high school.

The gist was that Oxytocin is a substance released into your system (a la

adrenaline) when you touch another person.  Come up with, I suppose, to

explain what is it about touching, holding, etc others that makes us feel

so good.  It's the release of Oxytocin into our system.  Anyhow, I got

much more this weekend than usual.  Kick ass!

I'm not sure how all those writers did so many drugs and wrote at the same

time.  Whenever I do drugs, my brain is fried and incapable of much for a

while, hence this lame entry.