I haven't been writing because I was depressed. Oh, big surprise there. I was actually really amazingly depressed this time, to the point where I was losing track of what I was doing every five minutes and accomplishing absolutely nothing at work and constantly on the edge of tears. But now, you see, I can talk about it in this relaxed and even cheerful manner, because yesterday I figured it out. (And that's enough use of emphasis for one paragraph, maybe for the entire page.) Figuring it out was entirely wonderful, as once I realised that this had to do with my sister's visit and not having spoken to my parents since then, I called my parents and although I didn't immediately get to talk to them, things immediately became bearable. And today my dad called me at work and we talked for about twenty minutes, which was extremely nice, and I'm going to try to call him tomorrow if I can take a break from my busy sleep schedule. So I am good again, and here I am writing.

Not, however, for long. It is almost 1800, and I want to go home very shortly so I can make myself some nice turkey sandwiches and then try out paying attention to it being Shabbat. This has to do with the fact that I spoke with a really wonderful Reform rabbi yesterday, but that is a story which will have to wait for another time. As will the story of how I am now getting things done at work again, and reading interesting books on Japanese culture, and not playing nearly enough Asheron's Call as I would like. Many stories, all for later.

This weekend is Brad & Gretchen's wedding. What sort of a friend would I be if I didn't mention it in my journal?