So. Mark left for his European hockey tour this morning.
I cried last night when we tried to go to bed, and I cried this morning when we said goodbye. And yes, it makes me feel stupid and silly and girlish but I can't help it. Logically, I know these next three weeks will probably go by quickly. And that he'll be back and home before I know it.
But I think about how damn far away he'll be (he'll have been flying for about three hours now) and how reaching him will be a very maybe-maybe thing and it makes my stomach curl up inside of me.
Gack. Love sucks. :P
On a fantastic note though, I go on holidays next week. THANK CHRIST. And in just over a week, I'll be going to visit
book_worm_26 with
bertiebob and hopefully
missymeggins. We're going to have the most massive fangirling fest ever! (And I have a funny feeling that I will be sucked into the Bones fandom while I'm there! AGAINST MY WILL! LOL!)
I'm still sad. Make me feel better? When I come home from work tonight, I think I'll be on the computer all night. So help keep me occupied, guys. <3