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.