When I get depressed, I get this urge to buy people dinner.
I guess the act of providing food for others is such a guaranteed way to gain at least their temporary appreciation, so that at least for the span of the meal, I feel like people actually like me.
Why did it take me this goddamn long to figure out that I really ought to watch Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog? I AM ALWAYS LATE TO THE INTERNET PARTIES.
Yet another poor tormented mad scientist for me to grow inappropriately attached to. OH BOY.