Yesterday, I threw a party for my improvisation friends. It went pretty well overall, but my mom wasn't too happy about a couple of things. Ah well, life goes on.
Funny thing is, after what was probably the best party I've ever thrown, I feel really, really depressed. Probably just that time of the month rolling around, but still. I don't feel like doing anything at all. Although I have a dull urge to sew. But of course, I don't have anything to sew T_T No wonder I'm depressed.