Ok, I'm over it. Here's a homefront recap of his absence.
The first week I was fine and excited to live the bachelor life of leaving my clothes wherever I wanted, having the glass cleaner spray out of its cupboard for easy access, and playing way too much online poker with no one monitoring my hours (or losses).
The second week Pissyness ensued as I could see and read about everyone that was over there and day dreamed about being in Ausralia for a tourney with Pauly, Jay Greenspan, Brandon, The Blonde Ivey acting like the Blonde Gavin, and Gavin being Gavin. All was made better by a decent bender at our poker home game, and John offering to use miles to bring me to Oz. Me declining because....
The third week Fully engaged in my work. Swamped. Trying to finish everything as quickly as I can. Working harder than I have in a long time. Must clear the plate!
Fourth week Full on pity party. Ready to go get a real job just so I can afford therapy. John who? The next eight days will be checking off things on my honey do list, cleaning, and (see The Third Week).
The week he gets back, predicted: He'll be on the couch and I'll be on the next train out of here.
Bah Humbug.
CURRENT: Stupid Pasadena
NEXT: What next. I'm livid that I didn't go anywhere or do anything fun besides one day at the movies and a couple nights of poker home game. What happened to Baja? San Diego? Why the heck did I waste a full month and not do things that would've made me happy. Oh yeah, I had to work.
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