Was going to go out to Bab's last night, but wasn't feeling well: Heart was racing though there was no emotional content, so it wasn't an anxiety or panic attack. I calmed down later after some food. Maybe a low blood sugar thing. Then, stayed up till 5am playing with an MP3-mixing/DJ software demo, trying to mix tracks so the beats blend seamlessly: harder than I imagined.
Spent 2 hours today regaining skin color in the sun by the apartment complex pool. Sweaty. Short swim was nice and cool. Now in ERC, wasting time, not doing any work, trying to decide if I want to go and see Full Frontal -- the new Soderbergh movie -- tonight. I should prolly go home and continue packing, do laundry, etc.
Lonely day, again. Haven't talked to anyone in meatspace. My voice feels under-utilized. Grrr. When it's like this, my mind mulls over old events.