When the Black Dog comes over,

this is what happens in my head: I get down on myself, and I feel deeply sickened by the way things work (socially/politically/economically speaking) in general. That's all the detail I want to spill, lest I accidentally nudge myself into feeling like crap right now.

On a related note, I'm weary from job searching. Too much negative feedback (in the form of silence). Time to slip into a holding pattern.

It's kinda lame

that one's virtual presence, which is inversely proportional to the meat presence, seems to be so important. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels out-of-the-loop if I don't write anything in here for too long, or if I haven't at least skimmed the Friends list and dropped a couple of comments. It was nice to see mrzero and atalanta last night. Simple get-togethers like that should just happen more often. I'd like to get off my ass and go see people, and have them come over. It's just so easy to coccoon with a computer and some books, especially in the winter.

I should shut up until I clean up the house and make it fit for guests. I've had furniture-building debris sitting around for so long. At least my bedroom is inhabitable now. GOAL: A clean and guest-worthy dining room by sundown on Sunday. After that, I'm going to scour the kitchen floor with a diamond drill and nitric acid.