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The cry of a single guy.

I've had what most people might consider a tough week. Kind of like Ruby-bad, but in a different way. Work's been hard (but they wouldn't call it work if it was easy, would they?), I had to clean the fridge of some awful odor, the hot water went out at my place one morning and I think I pulled a muscle in my back.

Whine, whine, play a tiny violin. I know, I know. This isn't fishing for sympathy. In all, my life isn't so bad. I have shelter, can afford my bills (most of the time) and eat regularly.

But 5 p.m., or 6, or 7, - whenever I get out of here - can't come soon enough. And then - what?

After a rough one, you really want to just veg on the sofa, and whine to your honey and get a back scratch. Not so for Wingfella, because he's got no honey.

So, world, when you're out in the cold and nobody's around, how do you handle it? Unhealthy habits and one-night stands don't give much of an answer. A little intestinal fortitude helps, but you got to drop the gut check sometime and find some solace. How do you single folks find that when you need it most?