Eggplant party was lovely. Many people, much eggplant. And many swilfolk sleeping in our livingroom.
But I'm sleeping in my bed. Alone. And I don't know that I can handle that. I wish I were stronger. But I'm not.
And as I started typing this, the CD player started playing "All the Umbrellas in London", which I don't think is a good thing for me to listen to right now. Oh well. I'll wallow, and then I'm going to go to bed. Sigh.