2/21/04 - 8:46 p.m.

So I'm suddenly depressed.

Saturday night, nothing going on... Last weekend, I was driving all over the state, hanging with my friend.

This weekend I'm alone. Maybe I'm depressed because I'm not admitting to myself how unfulling these things are.

The good news is I've at least experienced enough fulfillment to know the difference.

When I see myself typing things like the next line -- "I've wasted so much time, over my life, doing things that won't make me happy...." I realize need to get some perspective on this.