Comfort or Chemical?

Today, I am left with an overall feeling of frustration and melancholy (or self-loathing as my roommate described it).

The day started out fairly well, and I was trying to follow my plan. But somewhere in the middle of the day, new immediate tasks showed up and blocked out most of my homework time... and by the time I was ready and available to start actually working on a paper, it was time to go pick someone up and go to a surprise party.

I had resigned myself to the fact that I was going to end the day without much productivity and I was determined to enjoy myself with the friends at the party... and I did, for the most part. But I just felt so TIRED... and I couldn't escape the fact that I was surrounded by adorable-married-peoples and newly-dating-peoples and I just felt... lonely.

I didn't really realize it, though, until I was driving home... alone... in my car... and by the time I got home, my roommate got bombarded by a very strange and depressing rant.

When I gave up ranting, I decided to get something to drink, so I went to the fridge. I had been planning on orange juice (a nighttime ritual from my time in Florida), but when I opened the fridge and saw my favorite bottle of White Zinfandel, I thought, "Orange juice, or a glass of wine?" ...essentially, "comfort or chemical?"

Even though the wine might have more of a physical effect, I settled on the orange juice because it just sounded more comforting...

...and now its time to sleep.