Out of work early, rainy day, nicken choodle soup, toast.

P seems to feel a little sketchy, don't think he much liked me being away so long yesterday.

Lost comrades, more lost to themselves than to me. Clear mind, not happy about a lot of things in it, more important that it be clear. On the drive back up here yesterday, was talking to coworker about how much it upsets me when smart people are driven by unbearable emotions to suppress, falsify and destroy their own experiences, horrible self-mutilation, they're the most valuable things we have, I guess it's probably better than dying if that's the alternative, if so, not by much.

Maybe a walk in the wet woods will make P feel better.