Sackcloth and ashes and secondhand passion

(I plead innocent to the first-degree count of using Sisters of Mercy lyrics in an LJ post by stating that I am not now and have never been a member of the Gothic party, Senator.)

Been feeling dark gray for most of today...not as who should say depressed nor yet grumpy, just two octaves down and in a minor key. No discernable reason for the vague dissatisfaction and ennui. Might be I'm just tired, or might be the next stage of cabin fever. I really don't want to be social tonight, but I'll have to be. Well, sometimes the appearance can become the reality with sufficient bloody-mindedness, and what am I if not that?

Much better.

There are but few of my mood problems that a rousing evening of multiplayer Diablo can't alleviate to some degree. Even if zombywoof kept charging into my line of fire. ;)