Then the phone rang again. A friend of mine whom I see every few months for lunch or so was in a bit of a spot as her relationship had just ended. So I spent the next few hours playing counselor and trying to convince her that perhaps suicide isn't the best solution. Our conversation was cut short by her call-waiting caller-id informing her that he was calling her back. She said she'd call me back and went to get his call -- despite my suggestions to the contrary. I waited about half an hour, but eventually fell asleep.
She hasn't called back yet, I hope she made it through the night. She was in a rather bad state, to the point of debating methods. She was certain she would do it in a few days, she was just trying to figure out how and where. Hopefully he didn't make it worse (he was a jerk and she *really* deserved better -- why is it girls stay with bad men?).
In lighter news, I had the joy of being able to say "why yes, it is a bananna in my pocket" this morning as the chemistry club is having a sale in the lobby of my building. I'll probably go back for a bagel when this post is over. I'm tired from lack of sleep (in spite of sleeping in and showing up late for work) and the energy would be helpful.