@Swiller: Nice.
Ok. So I went down to the pub. Had a pint, started feeling blue, had another, felt worse, had a third and a sandwich, paid my tab and left with plans to drive back to mominem's place and sit outside, smoke cigarettes and cry for awhile. But on my way out, there was weird British dude and his buddy (mine too, but I can never remember the kid's name), so I stuck around and had another 3 pints. They definitely cheered me up a good bit. It was definitely nice to talk to some people other than momma and stepdad for a change.
Oh. And earlier today I took myself to the Pelham 123 remake. Mindless, indulgent, action flick, with extremely gratuitious cussing. Perfect. I give it a meh plus, unless you really are feeling low and want a 2.5 hour escape, then it gets a :thumbup:
One glass of iced tea and then it's bedtime. Good times.