Angst is for babies
So plans for the weekend trip to Seattle got turned on their ear, righted again, and then knocked the fuck out.
Pass closures and last minute changes in plans resulted in Jen flying over without me. I wanted her to go and support her team, because I knew she was totally bummed when we thought none of us would make it over, and because I knew she really wanted to skate. I dropped her off at the airport at 6 this morning and she returns Monday morning.
The downside is that I'm not very good at being without Jen.
It's totally lame and makes me feel like a whiny baby, but I just don't know what to do with myself when she's not here. It's not so bad during the day, when I'm used to her being at work anyway, but evenings and nights become an endurance test for me. Anything I try to do just feels like I'm killing time until she gets back. Without her comforting presence in the house, all activities seem like silly distractions. Even watching movies either reminds me that I'm watching something I've already seen, just to pass the time, or makes me feel guilty, and in turn, lonely, due to watching something Jen hasn't seen.
So I end up moping around my apartment with the cats. It's totally pathetic.
I know, I know, I'm a grown-up and I should be perfectly capable, or even happy to spend a couple nights away from my partner, but dammit, I just miss my girl!
I called a couple roller ladies to see if anyone wanted to do anything tonight, but it seems like the whole league dropped off the face of the earth this weekend. I needed the raucous 'you're-going-to-feel-better-if-it-kills-you' sort of cheer up that only drunken roller girls can provide.
Someone, please get me out of the house...
Pass closures and last minute changes in plans resulted in Jen flying over without me. I wanted her to go and support her team, because I knew she was totally bummed when we thought none of us would make it over, and because I knew she really wanted to skate. I dropped her off at the airport at 6 this morning and she returns Monday morning.
The downside is that I'm not very good at being without Jen.
It's totally lame and makes me feel like a whiny baby, but I just don't know what to do with myself when she's not here. It's not so bad during the day, when I'm used to her being at work anyway, but evenings and nights become an endurance test for me. Anything I try to do just feels like I'm killing time until she gets back. Without her comforting presence in the house, all activities seem like silly distractions. Even watching movies either reminds me that I'm watching something I've already seen, just to pass the time, or makes me feel guilty, and in turn, lonely, due to watching something Jen hasn't seen.
So I end up moping around my apartment with the cats. It's totally pathetic.
I know, I know, I'm a grown-up and I should be perfectly capable, or even happy to spend a couple nights away from my partner, but dammit, I just miss my girl!
I called a couple roller ladies to see if anyone wanted to do anything tonight, but it seems like the whole league dropped off the face of the earth this weekend. I needed the raucous 'you're-going-to-feel-better-if-it-kills-you' sort of cheer up that only drunken roller girls can provide.
Someone, please get me out of the house...