and there are a few senses in which one could take that.

On the other hand, the estrogen fairy has returned, and life is, once again, a perfectly lovely thing. There's Gatorade in the refrigerator, and all's right with the world.

Freeway closures? Hey—my car won't be out of the shop until tomorrow afternoon anyway. All's well.

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But then I might get sleepy, and right now at least I'm sort of getting things done around the house, as I neurotically wander around. A little here. A bit there. I might get terribly ambitious and hang a picture . . .

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I've lost a handful of friends this fall, due to:

1) my own ADD + someone else's jealousy/control issues;

2) politics + the other person's Asperger's syndrome/suppressed rage;

3) politics + someone else's jealousy;

4) politics + mutual depression/hypersensitivity;

5) politics + the other person's suppressed rage about things that have nothing to do with me;

6) my drinking;

7) politics + the other person's perception that I'm high-drama. Where that idea came from, I have no clue.

If I could just find a way to lose three more relationships, I'd have a strike. Let's see . . . my mother . . . her dog . . . one more relationship down, and I win.

I can't find my Prozac, and it's been a week or so. But I'm too depressed to look for it. Besides: if I slow down the rate at which I'm alienating the human race, that lowers my hermit-score, and I'm working hard on this project.

Apparently.

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