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Weepy
Friday, July 31, 1998 I feel like I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I still feel rotten, but a bit less rotten now, at the end of Friday, than I have for the last few days. I've slept off and on, and worked on the journal design for next month. There has been another brouhaha on the diary-l list. Is it the medication I'm taking that's making it difficult for me to understand what's going on? It seems to have to do with having standards of quality for web pages (especially journal pages), and who shall dare to judge, and blah, and blah.
Although I'm on the mend, I'm still not one hundred percent. I've put the task of doing the print version of the Seattle Cacophony Society newsletter back on another member for this month. I was going to try to do a reaction page to the critiques I got from diary-crit-l in early June (the discussion on diary-l reminded me that I meant to do this) but I couldn't think coherently enough to do them justice. I know I must still be ill, or I wouldn't be feeling so teary and depressed! (I can hear my mother saying that: "You must not be feeling well, or you would never behave that way.") I thought I'd be seeing an old friend this weekend, but that won't be happening. Some other things that were going on seem to have fizzled. It's just generally dispiriting. Ah, well, Vanguard tomorrow night, and I will go, no matter what!
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