I think I'm getting too much sleep lately 'cause I have been uncontrolably manic and bubbly the last few days. Even though, by right, I should be livin' in bummer city (as my aunt used to say) since I'm missing all the ingredients for contentedness (according to everyone who've been so kind to point it out to me). I'm a complete failure in everything that is supposed to matter, or so I'm told. I have a crappy job . . that's even crappier when you consider my high school and college acheivements. I live in a one room apartment in a fairly run -down building in the middle of the city. I haven't had anyone resembling a girlfriend almost a year (well more than a year, but I want to be generous). Working night shift has pretty much cut my 'hanging out with friends' time to zero. . . . . . .and yet I haven't felt this great in years. I need some sort of explaination. . . . . . . .

Well, to be honest, I don't. I know why I'm this way, but I'm afraid a lot of my friends and coworkers are started to get annoyed that I'm doing a lot worse than them but feeling a lot better. Kinda throwing a wrench into their worldview, I guess. So that is my task this weekend. I will depart to my lake and, when I return, perhaps I will have some sort of explanation for them. Or at least a convincing lie

Catch ya when I return