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I am pleased to report that, pending the Valentine's holiday, my level of depression about my love life has not, in fact, increased. It has remained at the fairly constant "soul crushing" level it's held at for the past few weeks.

This weekend I finally met the inscrutable Krrn. We hung out, walked about the city, and came back to look at books on the evils of masturbation from the 18th century on eBay. Most excellent

I had a dream about Bracket last night. It wasn't even a particularly sexual dream. Methinks perhaps I spend too much time on SG.