Jetpack has only been gone for a week and I’m really starting to miss him. When I have a free night, when I see a concert listing, hell even when I buy a beach towel; I forget. He’s not around, there’s no use in saving those nice underwear for the weekend. They’re Tuesday underwear now.
It feels like being single again except without the weekend reprieves. Weekends are the worst, I’ve never slept well alone. 11 more to go.