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This really sucks.
It's a quarter after two in the morning, and I am still awake. Why? Why not?
Ben had a couple of late nights in a row over the weekend, which nudged my sleep schedule in the wrong direction. Since it is still winter break and I don't have to be up early to put him on the bus, I have no particular reason to wake up in the morning.
Plus I miss Kris. It's been a month since she left, and I don't know when she'll be back. I am selfish enough to want her here RIGHT NOW, dammit. But of course, there is far too much left to do before she can finally move. We talked on the phone for about twenty five minutes tonight. Actually, mostly it was a lot of silence. We both seemed to be at a loss for what to say. How many ways can you say "I love you and I miss you like crazy"?
So I keep myself distracted. Go to the parks. Play video games. Write code. Do the laundry and the dishes. I walk around this big empty apartment and think about Kris doing the same thing.
Dammit.
I should have just proposed to her a year ago. Planned the whole move for the both of us at the same time. I am such a total and complete goober.
I think I'll go back to reading the Far Side now. I'm up to 1985. Only ten more year's worth of comics to go.
"Come sweet slumber, enshroud me in thy purple cloak..." Hm. Doesn't even rhyme.
It's a quarter after two in the morning, and I am still awake. Why? Why not?
Ben had a couple of late nights in a row over the weekend, which nudged my sleep schedule in the wrong direction. Since it is still winter break and I don't have to be up early to put him on the bus, I have no particular reason to wake up in the morning.
Plus I miss Kris. It's been a month since she left, and I don't know when she'll be back. I am selfish enough to want her here RIGHT NOW, dammit. But of course, there is far too much left to do before she can finally move. We talked on the phone for about twenty five minutes tonight. Actually, mostly it was a lot of silence. We both seemed to be at a loss for what to say. How many ways can you say "I love you and I miss you like crazy"?
So I keep myself distracted. Go to the parks. Play video games. Write code. Do the laundry and the dishes. I walk around this big empty apartment and think about Kris doing the same thing.
Dammit.
I should have just proposed to her a year ago. Planned the whole move for the both of us at the same time. I am such a total and complete goober.
I think I'll go back to reading the Far Side now. I'm up to 1985. Only ten more year's worth of comics to go.
"Come sweet slumber, enshroud me in thy purple cloak..." Hm. Doesn't even rhyme.
