Well, this weekend has started to look better after hitting rock-bottom on Friday. Saturday, I went and visited my friend who was recovering from surgery, and it really made her day. Just knowing she was okay made my day, so I'd say it was a productive outing. Her parents were out, so I got to meet them. They are really nice people with a lot of interesting stories and such. Furthermore, they seemed to like me, which is always a relief. I hate being hated, as, I suspect, does the rest of the world. At any rate, I could tell that my friend was happy to see me. My old room-mate had this to say: When you make other people feel better, you feel better. I think he's right on this case, because just making her happier made me feel a lot better about myself and my day. I felt as though I could make a difference in somebody else's life, and that is something I often forget. It really reassured me of my value in the world to experience that. Somebody once told me that the best friends are the ones that inspire us to be better people, and my friend definitely fits into this category.