Random shit...

Jessica called me last night. That made me feel good. She's the only person out of every single one of my friends who has called me in the past WEEK. Wow. What's up with that shit?
I don't know what to think these days. Am I going crazy? Am I clinically depressed? Am I suffering from the male form of PMS? Jesus, I hope not. Why is life like this when I'm not in a relationship? Why am I asking all these fuckin' questions? When will these questions stop? When will I decide to stop typing? What will I have for lunch today? Where did my nutsack happen to run off to?