Or... not?

So, now 4 and former-5 (who I'm going to continue referring to as 5, even though he is distinctly not a roommate any more) are broken up, but now they're on friendly terms again.  Or at least, that was the situation as of the other night.  And then last night (which is to say Tuesday night), we all (me, 4, 5, 6, and 6's actual suitemate, A) went to the Chickasha Festival of Light.  And suddenly everyone was moody with everyone; or at least, 4 was moody with 5, 5 was nearly silent to 4, and A was being moody at everyone, leading me and 6 to get frustrated with the ridiculousness of it.  OH MY GOD PEOPLE.  BEING HAPPY WITH EACH OTHER FOR A FEW HOURS REALLY ISN'T THAT HARD.

But apparently it is.

In any case, let's skip to today (and now, unlike before, I mean "Today" in the "past midnight" sense).  Thanksgiving.  Yay.  I'm the only one still at the apartment because 1, 2, and 4 have all gone home (I'm 3, if you hadn't made that connection).  6 went to 7's place for the holiday, as well as to see Wicked in Tulsa with 7 and 7's boyfriend.  I'm one of about 6 people left in all of Norman, I think.  I'm having two friends over for dinner, which will be a store-bought rotisserie chicken.  One of those friends will actually be having a family dinner before that and bringing our party some of the leftovers.  But until then I'm alone.

Alone sucks.  Alone kind of puts some more emphasis on lonely.  And there's not even any freaking snow around.