What me worry?

Okay, so I didn't bash by forehead on the keyboard last night like I'd originally anticipated, but by the time I logged off of everything, I certainly felt as if I had. For most of the night, a friend and I spent the better part of three hours giving a third friend lots of armchair therapy to help with his seemingly deep depression. I don't know if it helped, but I did get the sense that he needed someone to talk to and let him know that he is heard.

After that was semi-completed, I spent an hour and a half on the phone with my other friend, tiny. The conversation covered a wide range of subjects, but mostly involved Firefox (and it's smoother operation and updates), ebooks (and the fact that I need to read some story about some Angel or Vampires and a sunglass wearing bat), techno music, the programming lineup for Adult Swim and, finally, anime. My head felt like it was going to explode.

I hope work goes better than last night, otherwise, that 250 count bottle of Aleve is going to need to be replaced a lot sooner than I thought.