I had a very bad evening last night.
Weeping, wailing, the whole nine yards.
Bad bad bad.
I don't want to talk about it.
believe it or not there are actually things I don't talk about on here. I know. So now you are wondering how bad it is that I wont talk about it. But really, it's not all that bad, it's just that... well, I don't want to talk about it.
I'm not sure why I am even bringing this up, except that maybe I might not be around for a few days. I need to get out of this depressive patch.
But I'm okay, I promise.