Overall I'd give my first night alone a 7. I don't mind alone time every once in a blue moon. Sometimes I just need to get stuff done. I get weird when I can't have a minute to myself to read more than a chapter of a book. But after I finished my book I had enough silence to start processing the fact that it's going to be like this for a long time.
Pity party moment: This situation sucks. I feel sorry for myself.
Post pity party: American Idol was semi-entertaining. I still have a crush on Steven Tyler (as old as he is!) and being left for a couple of months isn't the worst predicament...
I'm taking all of this one day at a time...trying to find the best way to minimize the fire coming out of my snarling nose.
|Watched Big...classic I say.|