Face the Face @ 05:39 pm
Yesterday I realized - after a week or two of being unable to concentrate on work or sleep right and generally being sort of agitated - that I'm depressed again. It really, really irritates me that I don't think to ask if I'm depressed; it helps a little in how I feel, but mostly I can deal with it better by taking proactive action. Knowing I'm doing something active to deal with things - especially when I my depressive episodes tend to shut me down into inaction - helps a lot.
I'm gonna attempt to go down to Santa Cruz this evening to a rave-ish thing called "Dirty Hippie"; that name pleases me entirely too much, and I still haven't been to scruz more than twice. If any of youse reading this are up for a daytrip down there to wander around the boardwalk or beach or whatever, let me know.