I wrote some mail to people I'd been meaning to write to for some time, old friends. It's important to remember the people who have been there, people who have gone through my various ups and downs. Lately i've been living very much in the present, wrapped up in a warm blanket of selective amnesia, keeping my usual nostalgia and melancholy at bay. I'm trying to find a happy medium. Everything feels really unsteady and uncertain right now, which is kind of nice, in a terrifying sort of way.
Man, I still feel awful. I'm struggling to get ready to head out to North Beach. Ugh. I hope i'm fully recovered tomorrow, at least.
I keep remembering snippets from my nightmares last night. Icky creepy nightmares.