So, I just finished reading through all of my livejournal posts. Interesting. The points that stick out: I was at least mildly depressed and down on myself, with only minor bursts of real happiness, for at least the last 7 years, and that scares me, because I never realized it at the time. I'm still an optimist, and was, through it all. There is something about me that nearly everyone I know loves, and I've never really understood. I drink entirely too much.
So I went out last night to catch the bar crawl. Met up with Marcy and Rachael, rather than check every bar for the crawlers. They ended up finding me. Hung out with
disillusionment for a while, which is always a blast.
rake_blackguard showed up for a while. Talked about each of us for a while, and random tangents as we always do. I miss having conversations with groups of people that can go off on a tangent, explore it, and then flow back into the original conversation with ease and fluidity. I wish I was better at keeping in touch with those guys, because seeing them once in a blue moon is never enough. I had a bunch of things I wanted to get out of my head, but after re-reading myself, the riot in my head is quieted. Maybe later.