Had a pretty melancholy day today. The morning felt good, especially since I spent it reading the last hundred pages of a book I love. The afternoon wasn't very productive, and my mood started to go downhill. As the evening approached, my productivity increased and my mood continued to plummet.
I did manage to get one project pretty much done today -- done enough, anyway. I did a bit of laundry, put away a few dishes, but didn't get to half of what I planned to do today.
Elric was out all day, from before I woke up until past 11pm. My phone didn't ring all day, until he called to say he was on his way home. I felt more and more lonely, and alone, all day. Even after he got home, I still felt alone.