Post-party depression…

I think that, after a warm and wonderful night like the last, I’m having a very hard time spending this day alone at work. I’m so bored here with absolutely nothing to do (specific or otherwise). It’s definitely loneliness, in the clichéd sense of “all alone in a crowded room.” The lab is full of students, talking and chattering away, but I’m sitting here feeling completely cold and listless. I finally broke my isolation with a walk to the ATM and a stop for some food and a soda at UniMart. (Hmm…maybe my blood sugar being below the bottom has something to do with how I’ve been feeling?) Sitting outside, with my back against a tall oak tree, sun beaming on my face, I realized just how depressed this stupid Sunday shift makes me. I am usually pretty glad to be at work in the FMC – there’s Denise to entertain me, interesting clients, the usual little challenges, etc. Here, I’m going stircrazy, and it’s putting into motion a very odd series of thoughts.

But yes, last night, Emily came over to join Nicole and Mike on a quest to drunkeness. We had sangria (in this beautiful new pitcher I picked up yesterday), ‘red headed sluts,’ and a meal of slow-cooked split pea and ham soup. Watched some Monty Python for as long as our attention spans could hold us and then Party Monster. It was an enjoyable time for all…lots of laughs, especially over the slippery kitchen floor…and I got to round out my night with a much needed cuddle.

Today, though, I really need a hug or at least human interaction. Students do not count. Somebody kidnap me.

Chinchilla in (hopefully) two days.