Dear Diary…

Had lunch with the girl. My diagnosis of manic-depressive is probably right. That’s what I was diagnosed with in high school, and that’s what seems to be re-surfacing. I’m all happy now, not down like I was this morning. At least it’s not bad. I just get all stupid and corny when I get depressed. Nothing serious.

I don’t want to go back on that Nortriptiline though. It was a pain in the butt to remember to take it, plus, if I skipped a dose it seriously fscked with my body. But it solved my problem till I ‘grew out of it.’ It may be just triggered by stressful situations or something.

High school psychology rears its ugly head.

Just got some happy news, the position that was going to make my salary jump quite high is still available. I’m going to ride the contract company till something happens this time. Hopefully the same thing doesn’t happen to me as what happenned to Reality.

Well, I had a long entry to put in here, a new installment of the house of neddin, but I’ve got to go, my ride’s here (girlfriend borrowed the car today), so I’ve gotta cruize and go to some job fair with her. But I’ll post it as soon as I finish it in the morning. There’s some funny stuff in there.

And then the next installment is January ’99. Which is going to be tough, because the statute of limitations hasn’t come close to running out on that stuff yet. So I’ve gotta come up with a way to dance around the subjects without incriminating myself and others.

hooboy.