Yes, yes, three updates in one day! Well, actually, it's just a matter of me not being very tired, even if it is 3:00 in the morning. And I have a lot to say just now.
The big thing on my mind tonight is that I was a dinner party this evening. Larry threw one of his now-famous dinner get-togethers at his place (which used to be my place, too). It was me, Gibson, Larry, and Larry's friend, Corey (sorry if I misspelled that, man).
Larry did some chicken kabobs on his brand-new grill (he's very proud). Corey supplied beverages. Gibson brought salad and some chips. I really didn't contribute anything... oh, wait, that's not true. I was apparently volunteered to get the queen of spades on just about every hand of hearts we played. Accordingly, I was also volunteered to be the loser of the game. Glad I could contribute!
Reasonably good time, but I didn't stay with the group long. After the party, they went to a local restaurant for desserts, but I didn't feel up to it. I felt really tired. Once I got dropped off and got home, I realized I wasn't really tired. I was just frustrated and a bit upset. Keep in mind here, I'm dealing with depression, okay? We watched parts of "Fantasia 2000" during dinner. I think that's a brilliant, absolutely beautiful show. Some parts give me chills, others bring me almost to tears. And some people at the table, who shall remain nameless, were making fun of the music, the art, and anything else that struck their fancy. That really got me upset -- I love that stuff, and I don't want to see people slander it because they don't "get it." Plus, the atmosphere at the card table was one of good-natured insults... which, in my depression-addled state, came off as offensive. Follow it up with the fact that I lost the darn game, and I was one unhappy puppy. There was some other stuff, too, but I don't want to get into that here.
Suffice it to say, it was a nice little gathering, but I found myself unable to enjoy it to the fullest. I'm kind of regretting not going for dessert, now... but then again, I don't have any income any more. I need to tighten the belt a bit. Better that I not go spend money. Plus, further exposure to that group would have gotten me deeper into depression, most likely. I need my wacky friends in small doses. ;-)
So I was trying to craft an email to explain my behavior to Gibson, and realized that I didn't really want to send her the email. I just wanted to vent it all out, and electronic paper works just as well as the real stuff for me. Then I remembered I wanted to update my journal, then my whole site... well, the rest is now history. Three entries worth of it, anyway.