I spent a bit of time considering what I wanted to say in my wife's paper, and finally got started just before 2:00 am.  I think the paper was pretty good, and I finished, including in-text citations and fully formatted resources page, just before 4:30am.  I didn't want to wake her, so I laid down on the couch and drifted off.  I woke up again around 5:45am.  My wife was up.  She started reading the paper, didn't finish, and submitted it to her teacher.  She thanked me for writing it, and apologized for it being necessary.  Then I went to bed.

My son woke me up at 10:00am.  He's been trying to keep himself amused since he is grounded from all television, movies, video games, and computer use.  He decided to start exercising, and proclaimed that he wanted Beefaroni for lunch because he was pretty sure it was healthy.

In the meantime, my best friend called me for help.  His girlfriend was checked out of detox a couple of days ago.  Her horrorshow of a drug-addicted mother disowned her (for trying to get off drugs, largely), and she had nowhere to stay.  She couldn't stay with my friend because he lives with his mother and grandmother, and they would only allow her to stay if they were married.  So he checked her into a hotel for the weekend because she isn't due to check in to the extended stay rehab clinic until late Monday afternoon.  He had the money to pay for the hotel, or to pay for her dental appointment on Monday morning, but not both.  I drove up there and paid for the hotel (which I couldn't really afford), and he promised me that he would repay the money on January 1st.  I don't think the banks are open that day, but getting the money back would be nice.  I am almost completely broke until my next student loan comes in, but I do not know when that will be.

I feel so sad, while simultaneously emotionally drained.  Something happened while I was writing the paper last night, and most of my emotional receptors seem to have turned off.  At this moment, I have absolutely zero ambition or desire.  Buddha said that was the key to happiness and enlightenment, but I don't think enlightenment should feel like my head is packed with cotton, and this sure as hell isn't happiness.