TWO WEEKS! It’s been TWO BLOODY WEEKS (ok, not quite… technically, he left two Saturdays ago, and it’s Thursday today. But close enough) since I’ve seen Mr. Athena. For various reasons, our lives took us apart for that long. When we were planning this, I was thinking “Hmmm… we could probably do with some time apart. And it’ll be FUN to have the house to myself. Then I get to drive across the country to see my parents, and he’ll join me up there. Fun!”
Yeah, fun. It was fun for maybe 3 hours after he left. Then, because I’m pitiful, I started missing him. But that was EONS ago! He’s gonna be here TONIGHT. Err… make that WAS gonna be here tonight. #!#@^% flight left Denver TWO HOURS late, making him miss his connecting flight, which happens to be the last flight into the Middle of Nowhere where I await him. The very first flight tomorrow morning gets him in here at 12:30. That’s in the afternoon. I have to wait 13 hours later than I was supposed to to see my sweetie… I’m so pissed, this was almost a pit rant.
On the other hand, we’ve been together for over 5 years, and I’m still like a teenager waiting for her prom date. I literally can’t wait to see him, and I’m so mad at the twist in fate that made me wait for 13 hours that my mother is offering me one of her anti-anxiety/sleeping pills (xanax?) to calm me down. And I’m normally a very calm, practical person. But I MISSSS HIM! HOW come I can’t see him TONIGHT?
Pity me. I think I’m going to order a pizza and drink myself to sleep…
