well.  a solid quarter-year since my last entry in here.  I find a
piecemeal entry attempt, which tried a few times to live but ended up
aborted.  and I leave it, perhaps wanting to dredge it out later, and open
up this new file.

not sure what posessed me to want to write in here.  perhaps it's that
I've been reading a book for several hours.  douglas coupland's newest,
and I'm fairly dissapointed so far.  how unfortunate.  not a bad book, but
not up to his usual standards.  

can't sleep.  guess I've been getting too much.  so bored these days, and
sleep is an easy way to kill time.

how is it I manage to have a job I really enjoy, work full time, and still
find plenty of time to be bored?  easy - by never doing ANYTHING on nights
and weekends, and having a dearth of real friends, especially a group of
friends, to hang out with.  I have one true pal and confidante, if that,
and she's on the opposite coast for the summer.  I fly out in five days.  
I'm not excited like small-child-before-christmas excited, but I don't
know that anything gets me like that these days.  I hate the way I am on
zoloft, but I hate the way I am off it even more.  I guess.

whatever.  good night.  I won't be able to sleep.