I've just been asleep for the last three hours. I got up late 9:30 am today, and after a lot of deliberate procrastinating I eventually got into the lab. I set up a reduction and about midday I got a phone call from Red. I did lunch and chats with her for about 2 hours and then I went back to the lab. Didn't do too much in the afternoon, and by about 5:30 pm I decided to come home.
I remembered that I had to go to Heather's pizza and video night, but I wasn't really feeling up to it so I piked out. I ordered some pizza, wrote an email to Nikki and crashed out at ~8:00 pm.
Sarah sent me an email saying that she won't be able to come down to Canberra which is a real shame. No word from Soba, she has my number, I wonder why she hasn't called? These ear studs are annoying me a little bit, just the right hand one keep on getting pressed into the hole whenever I try sleeping on it. The left hand one is fine.
The CD player is playing up a bit, refuses to read some of the CD's sometimes. Other times it is just fine. It has a 12 month warranty, so it isn't too much of a worry. Haven't made any plans for tomorrow, I guess I might go into the lab, it depends how bored I get.
I think I'm actually feeling a small combination of depression and paranoia. Nothing too serious my dear readers, just maybe that certain people might not want my company for whatever reasons. I can see it could be just irrational thoughts coupled with boredom, but who's to say they might not be true? I can understand that people have their own priorities up to a point, but who can ever say that a person is motivated by certain other priorities which lead to exclusion? I guess my problem is that I tend (usually more by situation than choice) to select a few close friendships. So therefore I feel quite strongly about protecting these friendships. Maybe I really am just being paranoid. Nothing cures self-induced depression like a nice warm email, thanks Mack. :)

12:50 am – Maybe that's it, maybe I'm finally realizing that I am lonely. Someone to be with would be nice, but there is always a price to pay. I have to admit that I wasn't expecting the Androcur to play with my mind like this. I used to be an island, but it seems that the rock is crumbling away. Naturally these thoughts only occur in the dead of night when you haven't seen anyone interesting all day long. "I will survive", Michelle told me that "emotions become more complex" on hormones, and now I understand what she meant. What you read into them becomes more involved, and they seem to swing more wildly. I guess they're working double time on my artistic temperament...