My head sort of hurts and I'm lonely. Not really, but I'm anticipating loneliness. Talking to Adam at work the other day, he asked if I had any friends in Plano that I still kept in touch with and hung out with, and I was forced to confess that sadly, there was only one or two people here that I care about. I'm not truly sad about that fact, I'm just prone to being self-conscious and it's hard to feel cool or even like a good person when admitting you have one really good friend in a town/city of a very large number (it occurs to me that I don't know how big Plano is. 100,000? Does that seem reasonable?). The eventual point of my story is, Amanda goes back to Austin on Sunday afternoon, the first, and my mom and sister go back to school the fourth and fifth, respectively. After that, it will be entirely up to me to keep myself occupied in healthy ways until I fly back to Portland the nineteeth. Gm will be out of the country until the fourteenth, which means I can't even call him when the random urge strikes (which I must admit is increasing the longer I stay away) and it will be strange. I've been working four days a week, which is about right, and I imagine I can keep myself busy, but it might be seemingly endless by the time the tenth day or so rolls around. I get antsy. Maybe the dog and I will take lots of walks. That'd probably be good for the both of us.

*sigh*

I love him so much. It's odd to be so far away, even if it's not for very long. It always makes me worry to be so far, even if I know it's unreasonable. I like him near enough to find.