Got that fuckin' mood again, I don't think for any particular reason, but I don't trust my subconscious to not have secret schemes. Coping with it by sneaking the back way into the CFA practice rooms and playing piano till my hands hurt. Now I'm still all angsty, but my hands hurt. Why was that supposed to help? Hm. Need to reconsider my plans.
The KGB meeting I just went to was amusing, though. Have to give the kids credit for that.