Crisis moment.

Tonight I think I had just a tad little bit of a quarter-life crisis. Or maybe not even quite that bad. But I got home from a chill day at work feeling good. Then, after reading one particular e-mail, felt kind of bummed out. More bummed out than I maybe should have, considering the circumstances; I'm not really sure why. Then schlepped around the apartment for a bit, trying to figure out what to do with myself on my night off from being busy. Then went to Target and bought some Oreos. Then came home and ate a stack of them with some milk and peanut butter while watching some sappy old chick flick I'd never seen before. And now it's bed time, and I still feel a little bit off. A little bit tired. A little bit sad. A little bit lonely. A little bit I'm not even sure what. But tonight I feel a little bit lacking something. And I wish I could put my finger on it, because maybe then I'd know what to do to fix it.