Up and down. I had a good day with my niece, we drew pictures and made pins. I also donated blood for the first time and I'm kind of proud of that, since I'm so squeamish about needles. I also took up singing again even though I'm really bad at it. I just do it quietly now, and it's been a nice distraction when I hate my job.

Made progress on my mood issues, too. Therapy didn't help, but so far, lifting weights until I'm too tired to be angry has been helping a lot. I don't cause any problems for people and I go home and fall asleep immediately.

But damn, I still miss my friend after two weeks. Someone told me I sound obsessive and I think they're right. Someone else told me that most friendships don't actually last that long anyway and aren't that deep. So I guess I'm coming at things with an intensity that really isn't normal.

Also I've been short of breath since the blood donation, so I've had to cut back on lifting and singing even though they were really helpful for the first half of the week.