So, um, you know how being depressed can flatten out your emotions? I doubt how "real" my depression is sometimes, if it's just the normal ups and downs of life like some tests tell me, but after last night I'm not so sure.

My building burnt down last night. Well, maybe it didn't burn down, but the fire damage was so bad it's being condemned. I was ultimately able to retrieve most of my stuff, but through the entire 6-hour ordeal between detecting the fire and fleeing the building, to Red Cross housing us in a hotel until Monday...I felt nothing. Not consciously. I almost didn't care, but just thought practically about what I could replace and how. Even when it occurred to me some important stuff could be destroyed...'oh, that sucks'. I recall feeling a pang of formless sadness hit me while waiting for my paperwork, but that's it. I should be worried now about housing but...I'm not. I should be stressed or worried from the experience. I'm not. It feels like just another day today. Oh God what's wrong with me?