I'm really grateful for good friends. Today I ate out with friends for every meal. Breakfast was a date with a girl I'm interested in. I had lunch with an old friend who I worked with when I was a freshman, and it was really good to catch up with him. I was feeling a little down this evening and so I called my sister to talk. A little while later, she and her husband unexpectedly showed up with (foam) swords and a blindfold and "abducted" me. Luckily, I ended up in Jason's Deli rather than a dumpster or tied to railroad tracks.
It means a lot to have friends and family who care. Thanks, guys!