Odd. When I woke up, I was running a fan fic of Cowboy Bebop involving that mysterious guy in the picture from Ballad of Fallen Angels. Given what happened last night, I should be depressed if not still reeling in it. I don't know. Maybe I've finally been desensitized. Then again, maybe I've just lost all hope. Who knows? Maybe I've had too much.

Or maybe I'm expecting to fail with social wants and stuff like that.