It seems like I might actually have simply been a slave to brain chemistry, after all. My SSRI prescription ran out just before Winter Wonderland, and I spent a good deal of my day weeping, after a day of coding problems, and a night of less-than-stellar mass battle choreography.

I nearly lost it on a kid who tried to “help” me by writing things for himself, and whom the high school teacher / director insists is “so good.”

“Of the two of us,” I said, “which has 23 years of experience.” He demurred, but actually less than humbly. I railed at the traffic. I sniped at my wife. I slept poorly.

Back for more tonight. Maybe I can sleep tomorrow.