I was reading Depression for Dummies earlier today, and it struck me how many of their semi-made-up examples had references to the person's wife, or husband, or significant other. It seems to me that the lack of anyone special in my life is a big part of what I'm depressed about, and reading those things sometimes makes me feel worse. It's as if, even compared to those made-up people who have their issues, I don't quite measure up. I know that doesn't make sense logically and I'm just s...

It looks like JoeUser came back up some time in the last minute or so. Good timing; now I can post the entry I wrote last night. (You should still check out Galactic Civilizations II . It's an awesome game.) I'm back. Here at RIT again. It feels kind of good to be on campus again. Of course, I'm not actually living on campus this time, but still. I met with Patrick today. At the counseling center. Almost a year since I was last on campus. He asked if I was planning to cal...

I have pens, but no paper to write with. And I'm tired of sitting in that chair in front of the computer. So I'm lying in bed, with the company laptop on my stomach. The keyboard is hard to get used to. Backspace is in a different place, and the spacebar isn't as sensitive as mine. Typing this takes almost as long as writing it out by hand. But I shall persevere. What did I want to write? I'm not sure. I finished reading Lovelock today. It's a moving story. You should read it. ...

I'm so sick of this. I've got to get out of the house. Talk to somebody. I feel like I've withdrawn into a little shell, like a turtle. I'm doing nothing that matters. Just waiting for my life to start up again, or something. Or waiting for it to be over. I've seen practically none of the people I went to high school for three years. I should have stayed connected with people. Not that I was really connected to begin with.

Sometimes, late at night I'll be sitting in my living room studying my cell phone. An amazing invention, don't you think? I just wish I had somebody to call.

You know, things were a lot simpler when I supressed my emotions. Feel like your life is missing something? Think about something else. Read a book. Feeling lonely? You don't need anybody. Put the TV on. I don't ever remember crying over things like that before this year. Of course, I know that road leads nowhere.

Have you seen the latest issue of GDT ? Check out Persistence , on page 2. I'm about to talk about it, so read it if you care what I have to say. Noticing Govind Ramabadran's name in the staff credits I can't help but wonder if it's his own fantasy, submitted under a false name. He does match the description of the guy in the tale (or at least as much of it as can be confirmed without taking off his pants). "M.Lipschutz" indeed. But that's just a random thought that came into my hea...

I lost at least an hour's worth of typing when I accidently hit the power key on my keyboard, shutting my whole computer down within seconds. I know what you're thinking: "Peter, why is there a power key on your keyboard?" There isn't. I got out my screwdriver and took the damn thing apart to get rid of it. The sleep and wake buttons are still there, but it was hard enough to get that one out, and I figure they're less dangerous. Anyway, I can't match the quality of words that...