You know that place between waking and sleeping that is so bizarre and wonderful?
I love that place. I wish I could stay there. There is just enough reality to make me realize the hilarity of my mind, and just enough fantasy to make it better than life.

I have this friend. And he's the kind of friend that is totally ok with me calling and whining to him. I try not to very often; in fact, yesterday was the first time I think I've ever done it, but he was cool with it and tried to help me see the bright side of things. Thanks, Friend.

I miss somebody. Actually, I miss several somebodies. But specifically somebody. And I need that somebody to walk through my door right this second and make my day brighter. Heck, make my week brighter.
But no. That won't happen.
I MISS YOU, 3!!!!

And this, students, is called postpartyum depression.

Phoob... I think I'll go hunt woodchucks.