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Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Jun. 6th, 2006 11:19 pmI went to Boise for Rach's graduation. The graduation itself was incalculably tedious (as these things always are), but the rest of the weekend was amazingly fun.
Otherwise I have done nothing of consequence.
I used to be so . . . happy. I go back and read old journal entries, and . . . I dunno. Even the ones where I'm pretty sure I was faking it are far more cheerful than I have felt for a really long time. Is this adulthood? Am I chemically unbalanced? Or will I just never be happy again? Inquiring minds want to know.
Edit, June 7, 11:46 AM: Sadly, this sense of malaise hasn't appeared since graduation. It has persisted for something like a year and a half.
Otherwise I have done nothing of consequence.
I used to be so . . . happy. I go back and read old journal entries, and . . . I dunno. Even the ones where I'm pretty sure I was faking it are far more cheerful than I have felt for a really long time. Is this adulthood? Am I chemically unbalanced? Or will I just never be happy again? Inquiring minds want to know.
Edit, June 7, 11:46 AM: Sadly, this sense of malaise hasn't appeared since graduation. It has persisted for something like a year and a half.
