Jun 11, 2009 21:43
I've written enough pathetic, whiny self-absorbed private entries that even *I* am sick of hearing myself whimper and mope. Even so, i still have trouble coming home to an empty house.
What is interesting to me is that I don't miss him. I just miss having a reason to come home.
Also. I made sketti. I make the best sketti. And a salad. and I ate WAY too much... I think I gained back all 15 lbs. right here, right now.
I think its time for bed.