Breaking with character, I went out tonight and had a great time. It was probably one of the nerdiest things I could have done, but I was in my element. It was finally time for the Trivial Pursuit show down. As predicted, I lost, but that didn't really dampen my enjoyment. It was a good night, in keeping with the laid back, relaxing times I miss.

Naturally, on the drive home, I got depressed. This always happens to me at the end of a night, especially when I'm going home with no one to call. I even broke down and texted Steve. No response. My pragmatic side keeps telling me that no matter how strong my desire just to be wanted and held, that's no excuse for calling ex-boyfriends.

Well, I look forward to spending the weekend hiding from the world in my bed, and trying to ignore that nagging need to be loved that keeps lurking in the back of my mind.