I need to do what works for me to get out of depression (sometimes): eat my weight in pizza!

Wait, no, I meant focus on the positive!  Yeah, that’s it.

But still, pizza…

Care Bear is out, at a party, while I’m at home with possibly-maybe-exhaustion from yesterday’s set, and shhe hasn’t called me once.  Not to check up on me, or say hey, or anything, and I haven’t seen hir since this afternoon, or heard from hir since about 6.

Not any obligation on hir part to get in touch with me, I know.  Just feeling down and lonely.  Le sigh.

Ever have one of those nights where you kind of just want to die?  Tonight is one of those nights.