Mood swinging down again. I wish I knew why… then at least I could do something about it. I once mentioned it to my old doctor and he jumped on the opportunity to prescribe bipolar drugs after a three minute talk with me. I declined and never went back to him again. Freakin useless dr. That was how I ended up on Prozac back in college… a five minute talk with the doctor ending up with a prescription. Oh joy.
I should clean. I should read. I should feel better.
Strangegrrl mentioned that Liz is planning a Livejournal gathering/party in Toronto for the locals. I have a feeling I won’t be going, because I also have a feeling that an individual from my non-internet past whom I would rather stay away from will be there. When I cut people off from my life, it’s a permanent thing, because it has to be something pretty serious for me to have cut them off in the first place. I can only think of four people that I’ve made that decision about, and this is one of them.
Besides, as you may be able to tell from my new(ish) piece at Mental Fragments, I don’t do parties or groups of people well at all… in fact, that’s exactly how I feel almost all of the time in large groups of people… or groups of people over five.