I tend to forget how empty the creative process can leave you. I just finished a chapter of a story I'm working on, that I realized partway through was going to be a climactic moment in the story. But anyway, I feel so damn drained now. A couple hours spent inside my head will that to you, I guess.
What I'm left with now, however, is a sincere need to talk to someone. Not necessarily about the work, but just about anything that'll pull me out of my own head. It's just a shame that I don't seem to have that in my life.
Well, at least I have coffee...