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As won't be a surprise to anyone who reads this journal, I get depressed. I don't think I'm depressed now, but I'm having a hard time figuring out my life these days. Contacting people is an effort. I don't have much confidence in my communication skills or perceiving things realistically. I'm pretty sure am reacting badly to things that have absolutely nothing to do with me. I want to quit doing just about everything I have committed to do. If I could, I'd get in a car and drive. Not that I want to leave anybody. I love my partners and I mostly like my life. I would like an adventure though. When I feel like this I think of going to Belize. Eating crawfish ettouffe in New Orleans or seeing the Louvre. Drinking a pint in a Dublin neighborhood pub. Watching a Shakespeare play at the reconstructed Globe Theater. Having sex with a woman I don't know.