Philly... again.
I got home last night around 12:30. I was fine, just tired. I felt great, wonderful, happy the whole time I was in TN. John and I went to bed around 1:00. I laid in bed and couldn't sleep, but then suddenly became inconsolably lonely. It was very weird. Like, within about 60 seconds straight from perfectly normal to sobbing, incomprehensible grief. John tried to help, but there was nothing either of us could do. It's as if as soon as I got here some psychological switch got turned on. I did finally fall asleep, but then today I didn't get out of bed all day until John came home from work at 5:30 and cooked a frozen pizza. I sat on the couch and at for about 15 minutes, and then got back in bed. I haven't unpacked. Wherever my cell phone is, I'm sure it's dead since I didn't bother to plug it in. I'm not sad today, I just can't bear the feeling of not being under the covers. I'm uncomfortable, actually, just sitting up in bed right now to type this. Intense Nostomania followed by extreme Agoraphobia.
Oh, and Julie - I'm pretty sure I wore your panties home yesterday. I don't recognize them.
Oh, and Julie - I'm pretty sure I wore your panties home yesterday. I don't recognize them.