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I don't know why, but I've been depressed all day. The sun is out, and it's thinking about being warm, and the snow is definitely melting, and the regular French tutor is back, and I should be happy, and I'm depressed.

It didn't help that when I went to the coffee hour, I spent the entire hour being monopolized by one guy whose idea of conversation is to ask me random questions about American politics and economics and college life. I left the room for a minute and when I got back, he attached himself to me again. I got up to get a cup of coffee and wandered into another conversation, and he yanked me out of it. I got maybe three sentences of conversation with two of the other ten people in the room. Grr. I wonder what the French word for "leech" is?

My printer is still without black ink because nobody sells any, and every time I sit down to try to get a respectable first draft out of my case study, I end up finding things that don't apply to the particular section I'm working on. Which is frustrating more than depressing, but isn't helping things very much.

I sent back the "hey, idiots, I don't live in Massachusetts any more" card to the jury system. I wonder if they'll get the message?

If I knew how to be un-depressed, I'd go do it. Unfortunately I'm out of ideas.

'satiable curtiosity

No, I haven't forgotten how to spell; that's Kipling.

If you read this,
even if I don't speak to you often,
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It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad,
just so long as it happened.
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