I haven't written in a week largely because I've had nothing much to write about. It's been VERY quiet. My KFS (Keith Fatigue Syndrome) has hit me harder than during any time in the last five years, and I've spent most evenings camped out on my sofa. I'm usually okay in the mornings, and, for this reason, I've switched to working out and running in the mornings as often as I can. But come mid-afternoon, on most days, my energy for the day is largely spent.

I'm waiting for my second batch of test results, after seeing a specialist the week before last, but I've the strong feeling that all the tests will show up negative, and I'll remain in the dark about what causes this. The final resort, then, is to find a medication that works, even if nobody can figure out why I get so tired. I know that Prozac gives me a massive energy boost; but there's that unfortunate side-effect that I no longer have a sex-life. (And we can't have that, can we?) I had a batch of Prozac left from the last time I took them, and I recently decided to self-medicate myself for a while, just to get me through this difficult time, in the hope that the sexual side-effect wouldn't kick in quickly, a hope that proved false. So I've stopped taking it, and I guess I'll have to work with my G.P. to figure something else out. The specialist suggested amphetamines as a candidate. But there are obvious risks to that kind of treatment: addiction, for example. I don't want to end up a speed freak!

In the meantime, I've put some of my goals on hold. I was planning to sign up for more film-classes, but that would be impossible until I can acquire more energy. I am, however, trying to get together with a small group of film-class acquaintances to work on a movie idea together. Apart from that, about the only thing I've been working on outside of the website has been my plans for the Summer trip I'm taking with Brett. We've added Paris to our itinerary, now: we'll take Eurostar through the Channel Tunnel, and spend three nights staying with an Internet friend of mine in central Paris. Maybe Brett can play tourist while I snooze through the afternoons :) I hope it doesn't come to that, though. These periods of intense fatigue usually do come to an end eventually.

I took a break from work (I use the word "work" very loosely here, since I spent most of the day goofing off) this afternoon to meet a long-term visitor to my website, Fernando, for coffee. He's visiting San Francisco from Buenos Aires, so, needless to say, I hadn't met him before. What I hadn't expected was that he'd be so goodlooking! I could have stared into his beautiful brown eyes forever.

It's always a little odd, though, to meet someone who only knows me from my online presence. On account of this very journal, they know so much about me (or at least know what I've chosen to reveal), and have no doubt long since formed an opinion of what kind of a person I am. I think people must think I'm a complete loner, and that I spend all my time on my website, since they always seem to ask me if I'm happy, with a concerned look in their eyes. Of course, it gets even worse when the conversation steers towards boyfriends, and the lack thereof. When I state my conviction that the pursuit of love is the biggest wild goose chase of them all, I see in their eyes that they think I surely do protest do much. It reminds me of a recent episode of "Sex in the City", where one of the characters (all the main characters in this series are single women) is at a party, and someone asks them if they're married, and looks at them in that terribly sympathetic way when they announce that, no, they're happily single. In fact, it's surprising to me how many emails I continue to receive that say something like "you'll meet the right guy sooner or later." I'M NOT LOOKING FOR A BOYFRIEND, SO SHOOT ME!

I'm going off on a bit of an unfair tangent here - unfair to Fernando, I mean. He seemed like a sweet, sincere interesting man, even if he did look at me in that kindly, well-meant way :) If he'd been here for longer, I'd have liked to spend some time with him.