Dan

Spent a huge amount of time this weekend playing on the PlayStation 2. This is good.

Good, because when I’m depressed I tend to feel terrible guilt if I’m not doing something worthy and productive every minute of the day. If I can‘waste’ an entire weekend actually enjoying myself, my serotonin levels must be completely normal.

Met up with Dan on Saturday. She’s a wreck… twitching, compulsively shredding cardboard and paper in a nervous frenzy, smoking, and repeatedly on the verge of tears. It’s painful to see her like that, and even more painful to see her trying to patch things up with someone who describes her on his LiveJournal as a “hypocritical whore”.