Oh L, how I hate it when I feel this way! I have this stupid urge to call you even. I don't know if you'd answer at this time of day and I shouldn't need your reassurance at this point anyway, for heaven's sake. What is wrong with me?! I think I'll have a glass of wine and go crochet now.

eta: Nope, scratch the wine. It will just make me more depressed feeling. I should have called you. Now it's for sure too late. Oh well. I'll see you Friday.