Today's just bound and determined to suck, isn't it?
Okay, ethics class. Class was fine, but it brought up 'stuff' I'd rather not deal with. And it's not like I couldn't have kept 'stuff' to myself, but that's not the point of the class, is it? And it's not like anyone even gave me a hard time about it, but it's been a while since I've had time to stop and get depressed about it think about it and now it's just 'teh suck' all over again.
Then Rodney died. Burned himself and the kitchen down. So Death had to come get him. Angelus is wrecked. They'd been flirting the day before. (And not-so-surprisingly, Rodney did way better hitting on Angelus than he did on Cally.)
And on top of that, I've accepted an invitation to go to a party. It's not that that's inherently a bad thing, but I'm working on being the biggest downer in the dorm. That won't earn me any friends. I can't decide if getting really, really drunk tonight is a good idea or a massively bad one.
*bounces a tennis ball off the wall opposite his bed a few times*
Door's open if anyone's feeling morose up to trying to get my mind off this crap.