Home alone
I’ve kept myself busy. I re-organized the office. I cleaned out my email inbox. I went running. I ate sushi. I downloaded movies. I stayed up till 2 AM coding. I looked at naughty pictures on the internet. I went to the bookstore and browsed. I practiced juggling. I swept the fireplace. I made coffee and did laundry and read the newspaper and worked on the novel and sang songs from Rent the musical at the top of my lungs. I paced up and down the apartment. I had long heart-to-heart conversations with myself.
In short, I’m going nuts.
And other things you do when you’re home alone. Is sushi some sort of universal while-the-girl’s-away behavior? (I know daydreaming about the airport is.)
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