I haven't posted in a while, mainly due to laziness in the extreme, and obnoxious tendencies on the part of blogspot not to post my rants and raves. Oh well. Lots of stuff has happened in the past two weeks, too much to really bother to explain. Most recently, I had to go to the health center so that the health nazis could see that I don't in fact have tuberculosis. Which is what I am about to do right now. Tonight, I'm going to go over to Pine Lake Park for an outdoor screening of Steven Spielberg's immortal sci-fi classic, Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Should be barrels of proverbial monkeys. I ended up missing Blake's Gilbert & Sullivan opera trip, mainly through communications SNAFUs that I can't help but think are my fault. That being said, I wish I had been able to go. Oh well, c'est la vie. I have decided that more often than not, life inside one's own head is far more interesting than "reality." I guess I'm really just rambling here, and nobody except for Blake really reads this thing anyway (to my knowledge, at least). So, in an effort to shame people into reading my pathetic little weblog, I am going to just sit here and look depressive (it comes easily to me these days.) Speaking of which, I believe that I may be becoming manic-depressive. I go through periods of intense happiness and joy, and then I sink into abject despair. I have to save all of the manic energy for work, so when I'm at home, I get really gloomy. Perhaps this is why one of my ex-girlfriends called me Eeyore (as in the perpetually despondant donkey in "Winnie the Pooh.") Well, that about wraps it up with another day in the magical land that is known as "Will's Twisted Little Mind."