Still I was getting kind of tired and mopey near the end, which was, I emphasize, nobody's fault. I feel sort of bad that I leave so many parties looking dissatisfied, because it seems to reflect badly on the people that organize them. But really it's just a sign that maybe I stayed a bit longer than I should have: I certainly was having fun earlier on. But on the other hand I'm almost developing a fascination with precisely that awful what-the-fuck-am-I-doing-here empty feeling that I seem to often get at these sort of parties. Hmm. Maybe that's bad.
But certainly not everything's all gloom and doom. I did make some solid progress on work this morning, which was good. Also amuzulo got in town today for the weekend, so estis amuze babili en iu tre stranga lingvo en la buso.