Things are going good for the most part. I cycle through bouts of mopey isolation and clear-eyed hopefulness; still haven't found a solid groove but sweating it less. I'm getting to be ok about not having an active social life for a while. It's worth it if we can be successful. Maybe I'll get to swashbuckle around winning sympathy and kindness from strangers. I could dress in bright colors and put forth the dashing yet sensative parts of my personality, play up the Prince Valliant angle. I dunno, more likely I'll stumble yet again to safety. I'm feeling better about that though.

And your daily googlebomb: unelectable