It's Saturday. I'm sitting here, rather sad. I miss my man something fierce. I miss Ottawa. I miss freedom, privacy and being able to mope without someone commenting. Oh David Gray, so sad bastard, sure fits my mood. My first week of work is done, it went well. I hate this place, I just wish LibraryBoy was here. That would make it instantly a million times better. We have the rest of our lives together, but BLARG I want him here now to say it's going to be okay. He isn't happy being at home, and I can't comfort him.

I wish I were tired so I could just go to bed and forget.