So last night wasn't too bad - I headed out to the country to hang out with a friend and listen to some music. That was alright, although I felt weird being out there when there were a bunch of people I didn't know. It's odd, before I actually got to typing I wanted to write all this stuff down, but now that I'm writing I don't really feel like relaying any of it. I guess that's just par for the course at this point. I can't decide on anything except being unhappy. Just got a phone call and I can't type one-handed so more later.