thank you

The good news: I got the program I've been working on for the last 10 days done this afternoon. It was only supposed to take 4 days, but took a right turn at the second star to the left and has been going until today. And all I had to do was copy code. There are times when it's good to be a plagiarist. Especially when it means I've finished another program. (Minus tweaking, but that's the usual way of it.)

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The depressive thoughts: I was thinking over recent situations where assorted people have shown no interest in meeting me a second time. Oh, we're friendly but I can't say that we're friends. That's the nature of LJ, I suppose.

Sometimes it seems that the truism of "first impressions" is very accurate - particularly for me. In most cases, I seem to screw up my 'first impression'. People who meet me aren't willing to bite the lemon again. Oddly enough.

And then there are the people who do want to meet me again.

Sometimes I cry because I don't know why. Tonight was one of those nights.

A lot of you have met me once or twice, and I'm fairly certain some of you never want to see me again. I'm fairly certain a lot of you never will see me again. And I probably give you more thought or consideration than my mother would think you deserve. And that's usually the way of the introspective towards the effusive.

To those of you who, for reasons that sometimes seem inexplicable to me, put up with me a second, third, fourth or (in arabel's case) an umpteenth time, I only have this to say.

Thanks.