“I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
So then I was seized by a manic need to run to Lowe's and buy red Adirondack chairs abruptly, like NOW, at night, found they wouldn't fit in a Mini Cooper (shock!) and drove with them sticking way out of the open hatchback. I suspect your evening is much the same, right?
Crashing early on a Friday night with Dark Shadows #262, where the plot is gently, slowly, beginning to move from the dithering of the last fifteen episodes. Buzz the biker beatnik is still hanging around though.