May 21, 2003
Massively contradictory events today, the good, the bad and the ugly. A side-effect of one will increase my isolation even further, removing one of two women at work I could talk to about anything important. Right now, words from Fred Astaire's song in Daddy Long Legs repeat in my head, "something's gotta give, something's gotta give, something's gotta give." I become unnaturally happy and giddy for brief periods at the merest hint of future prospects, which creates a wild boomerang effect in my emotional state - - who needs drugs or alcohol when you can get messed up for free?