Another look through the archives...

Yes, I went ahead and did it again. It sure makes for interesting reading. Not really pleasant reading--well, the opposite of pleasant--but interesting, at least if you're of that persuasion. If you really get your rocks off picking through the drain slop of a disordered mind, Reflections In A Flubber Room is really the bee's knees.

In all seriousness, I'm really disturbed by some of the things I've written while drowning in the foul muck of depression. Those emotions, the absolute self-negating loathing of life and self, in those electronic characters on the screen are harrowingly, terrifyingly real even now. Those hopeless communiques from the center of the black hole are really frightening to read now; I'm not nearly in those depths now, thank God, even if I haven't escaped the gravitational pull. I must remember never to tread there again, and to do everything within my power to stay far away. Maybe my trip to hell was for the better after all, to show me: This is what you don't want. Get to work.