11/20/2003 8:39 PM Another bad day. Looking around at other people, wondering how they seem to keep it all together. I can’t seem to keep a grip on living. Seems like I’m either messing something up, or worrying about messing something up. In any case, there is rarely a bright point on the horizon to steer towards. When one does appear, it seems to flicker and die before I can really take a bearing on it. I wonder if I’m insane. Dave wouldn’t understand. Can’t talk to him about an...