When she leaves, I’m thinking I’ll be out four, five nights in a row. Maybe spend the weekend at my local watering hole. And though I usually end up out, it’s just not as much fun. It’s almost like it’s not fun because I didn’t have to get permission or something. A lot of time I find myself walking around the house just kind dazed and confused wondering what to do next.
Oh well, I guess that’s love…..
February 26th, 2006 at 11:23 pm