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.