It's getting close to bedtime, I find I owe the State of California $3725 in use taxes (and penalties and interest), and I don't have anything else to do to fill in the time. And I'm here by myself. And I look around a bit and see people in town that probably don't remember who I am. I start to think about people I don't talk to much anymore, and how it seems like in the end, I can keep a few people as good friends, but never more than a few.
And then I feel a tap on my knee, and my lap is almost immediately filled by a blob of purring warm fur.
So much for emo. With kitties, who needs people?