Teaching went well today.  Nothing totally dreadful.  Nothing amazing either.  Just you basic okay day, until I got home and S. and I began to argue.  Then things began to feel less okay, even though what we were arguing about was meaningless–ridiculous really.  Now I feel deflated.  Now I can’t lift myself from this pit of moderate misery.  I no longer feel happy, and, in fact, I had felt happy earlier in the day.  I had wanted to read this evening.  Now I don’t care about even that, which is sad, as I consider reading one of life’s greatest pleasures.  Blah, blah, blah–I have nothing to say–so good night.