Well, liebes tagebuch, a damn fine if without palpable Erfolg day of socializing somewhat clouded - for there needs must be a besmirchment, this being me, Beckett's logicalest character - by scholarly worries at even tide. Hmm. There is a sense that even tho no-one knows who I be, I want to hold things back. But I won't, tho my fingers don't dig my brain. es gibt ein Maedchen. Now I think it's in fact very likely that i'm misinterpreting friendliness for something else, but I think there might be something. For in addition to being a neurotic freak I have some vaguely desirable qualities; it is not inconcievable that she appreciates said qualities. I am prone - wikipedia says so - to way overanalyse things. And so it may be. There are certain facts about her making it a priori unlikely. But - and here comes the Evidenz, tho were it Husserlian! - she, despite having only made my acquaintance recently, sits besides me in class in opposition to people whom she's known longer; and singles me out to talk out when waiting outside said class. That's it. I've said my pathetic piece. I'm glad i've recorded it for posterity and prosperity. Hope bleeds eternal.