mrcrisp

back in california, and i still feel the same. it's been all ups and downs, from seeing the dog to having to listen to the family argue over trivialities, from visiting my best friend to having to take her to work early, from having access to plenty of free alcohol to exhausting the supply, from watching my family enjoy their gifts to being more-than-slightly underwhelmed at all the shirts i got (not even a single sweater or jacket). i didn't want anything for christmas anyways, but if you're going to get me something, it should be at least something that i need. owning more things, especially clothes, just ends up making me anxious for some reason.

had an interesting conversation (interrupted frequently by people asking about my job) with an old acquaintance on christmas eve; talked about school, the future, drinking with jeff garcia. perhaps i'll see her again later this week. hoping that my glances at her cleavage were neither too frequent nor too noticeable. taking the ex to dinner maybe. and who knows what else. my point? probably another half-assed hook-up that i'll bemoan is in store for me.

i don't know; there's not a lot going on. i'm stuck between disappointment and restlessness.

apparently depression is something that you can't leave across the country.