I really don't know.
Parts of me have been dealing with this low-level loneliness/depression for most of the week. Dreams, things reminding me of Shelly, all together it's not been a good situation for me. Generally, I remind myself of why we aren't together anymore, and things get a little better, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still pretty lonely on a day-to-day basis. Even with the cons I've been to lately.
Other times, I'm giddily happy. Today I was walking home from the bus, and I just started laughing. No reason whatsoever - everything just felt good. And so I laughed.
Most of the time at work - at least this week - I've just been straight busy. This week, during the days, I was handling part of the on-call duty for the team, in training to do it myself when my turn in the rotation came up. Accordingly, I got very little of my other work done. That's the way on-call duty goes - you put the rest of your life on hold for two weeks, and take one for the team. Gah.
So, at the moment, where am I? How am I? Well, slightly drunk, to start. Takes the edge off things? I dunno, but it's Friday, and I fucking deserve it. I've just watched four episodes of FMA, so I've finished through ep 20 now. Damn good show. I'm contemplating Scatterplot, though I know I'll work on it tomorrow, because I'm damn tired and thinking about going to bed right now.
Today on the bus I finished Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom by Cory Doctorow. Pretty good book... stereotypical modern whimsical science fiction, I think. It certainly wasn't "hard" SF, but it was a fun read. Here at home, I finished Count of Monte Cristo as well as two of the "Girl Genius" collections before turning, finally, to "Watchmen". Been meaning to read this one for a loooong time, and I'm extremely satisfied with it so far, three issues in. It's the most human superhero story I've ever seen.
Recent book completions also include Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? (aka Blade Runner) and the entirety of Kim Stanley Robinson's Mars trilogy. The latter is one of the best works of hard SF I've ever read, and I would recommend it highly to anyone who appreciates the genre.
So, tomorrow: Scatterplot, unpacking (finally/again!), and possibly a poker game. Sunday: more of the same, sans poker. I hope to be a comic ahead and significantly more unpacked by the time I go back to work on Monday.
Sweet dreams, friends. Life's too short for sleep, but we have to do it anyway...