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Can't decide whether or not I'm enjoying my summer. The thing is, living alone makes me lonely as all hell, but I don't really want to go live at home, either. I think I'm just depressed. The trial is forthcoming again--for real, this time--and... I don't know. I'm just in a funk (I love that phrase). I need more friends, really, is what it amounts to. And I need to see my old friends more often. Mmrgh. I have to go clean the mad lady's house again tomorrow ("mad," in this phrase, to be used to denote crazy). Much lamentation, but cash is cash.