I did make it out of the house last night, and into the city for a spoken-word event in the Mission. It would have been very easy to skip it and watch the rest of the "Top Chef" marathon, but then I would have been really disgusted with myself. I often think that if it weren't for the hypnotic pull of Target, I would be in real danger of becoming a recluse.
Anyway, so I went (alone), I introduced myself to strangers (although I had a connection as an excuse to introduce myself), I made small talk (although it was small talk about books and translation theory; I was among my people), I hung out (although it was in a dark bar at first, so I could be incognito until I felt comfortable), I got home after midnight. All qualifications aside, it felt like an effort and an act of bravery, so I'm proud of myself.