I am just unspeakably
depressed. I don't know if it's being stuck in this
funny-smelling motel, or that I have
nothing to do most of the time, or that Kai is mostly out of contact on his own
road trip, or that we still can't find an
apartment (and will be paying far too much for one when/if we do) or what... I suspect a lot of it's the
boredom, really. I mean, I watched
GOLF on TV today,
for crying out loud.
N is for Neville who died of ennui
I desperately need a
night out, or a card from someone, or a hug or a good
joke or something. I get closer and
closer to just
not wanting to do anything at all.
Oh...and once again,
thank goodness for
Starrynight.