Had to go to work. Forced myself to keep it together on the drive in. Brought a rag in the car to dry my eyes. Was mostly okay through the day. I'm generally unpredictably sullen or happy go lucky and not very personable in either case, so no one much noticed my depression (though Ms. Yule did).
Got home. Worked out. Agony inside, like heroin withdrawal. Texted LD a bit. Some accusatory and defensive, some simply loving and saying I'd be there for her. Took a tranquilizer and drank. Friar picked me up to go out drinking at Hangout. He had been in contact with 74 and picked up him as well. I mostly ignored 74 though was civil. Sedated and drunk enough to laugh at times.
Want to die.