I feel like I've let everybody down, myself included.  It's been so long and
I still have no idea what's happening.  Every option terrifies me.  I gave 
myself this time to figure it out and I'm still running in place, I haven't
even gone through the starting gate yet.  Trapped on the blocks.

Dinner with people tonight felt real.  Guerilla puppet theater.  Driven 
artists.  What other reason is there to live?