And so, I'm feeling depressed once again.

I'm not stuck in the rut of some terrible chronic depression, really; I've been there before and I know what it is like--it's just that I've been feeling frustrated all day long, at the sheer waste of time today's been, at the futility of everything I do, at my apparent severance of connections with the outside world, at the dilemma over what to do tomorrow in the midst of being stuck in a catch-22 situation.

Yeah. Catch-22 has become very popular in my vocabulary ever since I cooked it up as a perfect excuse for getting off some thinking over work in camp.

Then again, denial is one of the first signs of the onset of chronic depression, one of the first signals of the coming of a big gaping hole of a rut. So there; maybe I'm already knee-deep in the bogs.

Then again, (once more), it's all in the mind, ain't it?

I'm rambling once again.

I hate the way I'm always so indecisive like that, being unable to decide on what to do, worrying that if I did this, I'd miss out on that, and if I did that, I'd miss out on this, and all that kind of crappy things.

I just hate the way I can't decide.

If I knew I'd have such problems with making decisions, I'd not have studied Economics, opportunity costs and all--bah. Then again, I think I'd still be like that all the same even if I didn't study Economics.

What the heck, I really am rambling now; mind's shut off and all, the nostalgic smell in the air and the nostalgic mood of sitting in front of the PC past midnight blogging about sad things, all too strong reminders of the not-so-distant past, screwing my brain, frying all the thought and logic circuits up there.

That is, if they existed in the first place.

I'm feeling horrible now, so leave me alone.

Goodnight.