My how quickly things can change.

This weekend had been one of the best ever, but at 9pm Sunday evening, things were not happy in the world of Eggfurious.

I had had a photo shoot today that I think I rushed because I came very close to running out of light and I didn't feel like I had my A-game on when I seriously should have because the girl was stunning...like a Cindy Crawford/Eva Mendes/Anne Hathaway/Jessica Simpson hybrid with brainnnnns.



Then, having just come from a delightful lets-talk-about-the-impending-divorce Italian dinner with the family (quite possibly our last) featuring screaming, crying, and a little more screaming, I was hoping to get my hug on with a special boy but that didn't really work out. Whatever. I'm over it.

Kind of.

Not really.

But at that point I very briefly considered hurling myself into an oncoming train. (Not really.) (But kind of.)

Or at least curling up into a ball of meatball-eating obeseness.

I felt depressed. Deeply depressed. And lonely. And I hardly ever feel that way.

Happily though, a light opened up from the heavens when I got a call from Anne, who wanted me to come up to the Upper West Side and hang out.

It was really wonderful. We shot the shit for a good hour or two, drank several Blue Moons, and I went home once again a happy, optimistic person.

I love people. I love good people. And I love good ridiculously good-looking, warm-spirited people.

I mean who could ever feel depressed with this beautiful face smiling upon you?