My parents came in town this weekend for my birthday (which isn’t for another week, but they couldn’t make it then). We went to a play at Mitch’s theater, to a recital at Belmont, and to the Saucer to watch the UNC game. It was a good weekend.

They left today around noon. I didn’t feel like hanging out with anyone after that, so I didn’t go to the Sir. I’m also not in the mood to go to frisbee this afternoon. This year’s Vanderbilt intramural season hasn’t gone that well, what with losing every game and the lack of attendance, and that’s kind of put me out of the mood to play, even though today is just a pickup game. So I’m going bike riding instead, on Leah’s old bike.

I’m feeling a bit drained and moody today. I’d rather just not talk to anyone much, which is lucky, since I doubt anyone will be at the apartment until late tonight. I kind of enjoy being home alone, which, incidentally, happens a lot lately.

It’s funny. When I’m feeling down, I feel like everyone should understand that it’s not trivial. I want some compassion. At the same time, I want them to leave me alone. Sometimes. I wish everyone could read my mind so I wouldn’t have to communicate my feelings.

I’m sure I’ll feel better again soon.