And friends I love and who love me are feeling neglected and rejected, and I hate it, with a flame that burns like a mild spring breeze that wafts gentle and unnoticed on a still day in May.
It's just the Blahs. I'll get over it. I have times during it when all are well. Yesterday I watched a bunch of "Boston Legal" with a friend, and last night I spent fun hours with a distant friend who was having a great night.
But I'm upset that it's affecting my friends. And more upset that I'm not upset enough, because I'm wrapped in cotton batting or something.