I want to stay home. I've attempted waking up about six times. Bah.
I hope no one reads this blog because it is not amusing.
I did have a fun and amusing conversation with Gary about boys. Age-gaps being what they are, I could be flirting with people young enough to be his kid. Or, considering his previous vocations, who are his kid. Shudder, shudder, shudder.
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My now empty side of the bed is home to an assortment of books, unfinished crossword puzzles, chapstick and Chanel night cream that he used to like the smell of.
I totally get it.
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