I am unaccountably depressed. I don't know why.
Yesterday I had lots of fun with Alseides. We dressed up and went to RenFaire. I came back with lots of dust, a bit of a sunburn, a t-shirt, some toffee, a blank book bound in black leather, and good memories. Al drove my car back and I managed not to have a heartattack. All in all, a great day.
At the Faire, I spent a good amount of time and money getting my hair braided all spiffy. It looked really cool.
Today I slept in, recovering from yesterday's great day. Then I went to school. Child Psych is the first Psychology class I've found boring. Huh. Weird.
I'm currently reading my way through Bending the Landscape: Science Fiction
, which is part of a series of original gay and lesbian writing edited by Nicola Griffith and Stephen Pagel. The first story is by Keith Hartman, a favorite author of mine. My favorite story is Time Gypsy
by Ellen Klages.
My creative spurt continues, as I've started another story. My current creative peak was back in high school and coincided with my depressive peak. Could the two be related? Many people say yes. Seems to be for me in this case, but I can be creative without being depressed.
Anyway, I also did this
. Check it out.