I stopped by a couple bars to make the walk a little more interesting.
It didn't help.
I wasn't really drunk or anything.
But I was a little.
I was going to send an email last night, but luckily I was too tired.
It wasn't anything that horrible, it was just going to be to someone I don't really want to talk to.
It wasn't going to be a "I LOVE YOU!" email or anything.
It was going to be more a plea for advice.
And this person is the last person I should be taking advice from.
And aforementioned depression has carried on to this morning.
What will make me happy? Well, basically nothing.