After going to sleep around 4 last night, I woke up around 2 or 3pm (after dreaming about australian boats blowing up in specific patterns) and felt exhausted and put out. I had an unsatisfying lunch, and then played Diablo 2 for a few hours.

There are multiple parties going on tonight: a housecooling of the House of Thirteen Doors is this evening, and a (re-)housewarming for the Clarence Street gang down here. I was gonna hit the latter and then proceed to the former, but I think I'm just gonna stay in the south bay, since nothing makes a surlymoof surlier than driving long distances. Poo.

My mood has been more screwy than usual today; it's been close to depressive, but it's more a sort of spastic, hyper ennui and dissatisfaction with things around me. This has been happening more and more lately, and while I don't feel powerless to change things I still have no fucking idea what I want to do. There's a bunch of projects I sorta want to do (and should be doing), but they all just seem sorta unappealing (and that's where the depressive element and ADD bits conflagrate.) Part of it is certainly that I have a major inhibition against doing things that I might fuck up or fail at; part of it is the cheapskate tendencies I inherited from my dad, that I shouldn't waste money on frivolous things. (I've been pretty lucky in that I've pretty much always stumbled into financial stability.)

Time to consume some more caffeine (ah, addiction) and listen to a couple mp3s and then head out to be social.