now is the time in sprockets when i weep and wail about how i'm an anti-social incompetent self-absorbed overly-analytical freak.
well, okay. to be perfectly honest i had a really good time today. and i don't *really* think all that about myself. but i'm just kicking myself for being a chicken and talking mostly to the people i already knew at the party i went to this evening, instead of the people i didn't know as well but would have liked to get to know better. and not because i didn't enjoy talking to the people i talked to -- i did enjoy it, very much. but i am simply an idiot for not *also* talking to a few other people. damnit.
right. we shall attempt to move on. hopefully i will see those people again and talk to them then. yes. it'll be great.
or something.