What the hell? Why am I looking after everybody? I'm clearly the wrong person because 1: my advice is shit and I don't know how to deal with most situations (and I make a point of telling people this) and 2: I'm not in a good mental state right now and I'm finding it hard enough to look after myself, let alone others. Seriously though, the last two days have been shit: I wake up at 9:00 (not too early, but bear with me) after tossing and turning all night. I go to lectures I don't understand, I go to a meeting to see how people can help my friends who are facing disciplinary actions by the uni for protesting on campus then getting beaten up by security (OK, to be fair I volunteered for this and I didn't have much responsibility here). Then I have to go home, eat, shower and get changed so I can go round to a friend's to help console him about his break-up with his girlfriend on Sunday. When I get home I see my housemate is in a bad state (same problems as me, but much more effective and frequent). To avoid leaving her on her own and to get her in company of our friends as soon as possible, I have to forego dinner and shower and change in five minutes flat. The night seems to go better from there and I meet my other housemates there who know the... saddened housemate better and agree to look after her. So I even manage to go back to a friend's house for a while and have fun there before going back to mine. After half an hour of blissful sleep I am woken up by another housemate. With a bleeding head. He was mugged and was bleeding quite a lot (although he was still quite coherent). A phone call to the emergency services and a bit of a wait later, I manage to get him in an ambulance and I accompany him to the hospital. He gets checked out and is fine, just a mild concussion and the bleeding is stopped with a bit of surgical glue. I get home at 6:00. I haven't slept for 21 hours and even that sleep wasn't very good. I go to bed and wake up at 11:10. I've missed my only two lectures that day. I then have to go and help cheer up my friends who've just had their disciplinaries (most of them were fine, but it's looking bad for a couple of them). I then have to go to town to buy my Mum's birthday present, something I'd agreed to go half on with my brother. I phone him first to check that he's still up for it and, lo and behold, he's got "a little less cash" than he thought. Instead of the nice bracelet with all the trimmings and the charms my Mum would really like, I can only afford the bog standard bracelet and hope she's still wearing it by Christmas so I can get the extras for her then. Home again and to look after my mugged housemate and to see if I can at least help make the down-in-the-dumps one's life easier. Then it's a film night (the aforementioned last Asterix) which helps cheering me up. Riiight up to the point where one of my friends who I... let's say "adore deeply", started talking about her new boyfriend and didn't stop texting him all night. Aaargh! My mood while this was going on: Pretty bad myself, with my mood flipping between angry, morose and despairing with he occasional bout of happiness that's too brief to enjoy but long enough to highlight the... badness of the other feelings. Like I said: Aaargh!