So I've come to the end of my second day alone. Just slightly weird. Everything is exactly the same, only the waiting is gone. Every evening I'm always waiting for her to come home. Without that waiting, it throws a whole different spin on things. This might be okay for a few days, but it certainly would get old very quickly. The waiting is an indication that I'm looking forward to something. Without the waiting, there is nothing to look forward to. Only another day.
I haven't hired any hookers to come visit me. I haven't gone to visit any ex-girlfirends. I haven't asked any cuties from work to go out dancin'. I've got to hurry my ass up! Time's a wastin'!
