lonesome

Joe is out of town-- for an entire week. This is not fun for me because in the evening I wander aimlessly wondering what to do with myself. I no longer know what to eat or when to go to bed. How am I supposed to fall asleep with half of the bed completely empty? I already know the answer to this. I have to sleep on his side of the bed on his pillows so that it's no longer an empty spot. It doesn't actually help, but I think that it does. If that makes any sort of sense.

To make this week worthwhile there are 2 major goals: to run every day but Friday (too crazy of a day), and organize and pack (some of) our apartment.

I'll let you know how this goes. I will be expecting loads of berating if I do not fulfill these very important goals. If I don't hold this expectation I am quite positive I will not care to do either.