Here I am, all alone here for a Saturday. Stayed in this suite all day. Nobody to talk to. Doing nothing important. Starting to get used to this, which is pretty sad. Truth is, I could have picked up the phone and started calling people, but I would have nothing to say.

During last night's concert, someone was talking about depression and how she got over it. I think that made me more depressed, and I don't know why exactly. I felt nothing from yesterday's concert. Made me wonder if I'm really that cold-hearted.

Can I complain about having been manipulated to go to the church meeting just so that May can go and see Paul for one extra hour? Sigh...