Growl.

• Not sleeping for two nights: Arg.
• Having to deal with Davey's dumb-ass friend getting arrested: Lame.
• Shopping: Boring.
• Returning items I didn't like: Even more boring.
• Calling people "honey" instead of honestly saying "I'm not sure what I need from you": Dumb.
• David having other girlfriends ever: Maddening.
• Actually liking the daily activities of my job: Weird.
• Being not sure how to operate without my other half around & generally living without total intimacy for a DAY: Weirder.
• Being fatter than ever before: Depressing.

I'm ready to get in the car tomorrow and disappear for good. Sometimes I'm not willing to be close to anyone. I love my husband & family & friends but I definitely have a propensity to flee just about anything. It's as though I reach maximum capacity; I can't think about anyone else anymore. Jesus, that makes me more selfish than I ever thought.

I need space space space.

I think my drive down to Houston tomorrow will do me good. Clear the brain.