I got to spend some quality time with my girlfriend for the first time in ages. We talked for hours about interests we usually don't share and bonded over musical knowledge.
I should feel happy... But I'm not. I keep thinking about moments I could have improved, a joke that could have gone better, and how I'll have to slog through another week before I get to spend time with her again. And even if I have that to look forward to, something will probably come up that will put a damper on things.