Bloody keyboards

No call. No text.
I'm kinda relieved. Don't get me wrong. I want to lose myself in passion, but (my dirty little secret) I want to feel something for the person I'm losing my shirt over. I'm sure my old friend (who if I'm going to keep referencing I really need to create a name for) will be disappointed in me. He's really hip for me to get laid. I kinda wonder if he isn't planning on living vicariously through me. Hell, if I could live vicariously I probably would too.

I should hit the hay. Getting up at 1 am to be at a store at 3 kinda hurt today. Granted, I didn't get a ton done, and did get a small nap in, but nevertheless, I could use the sleep. Especially if I'm going to start exercising again tomorrow morning. I really want to see some weight loss, but I guess I just have to keep waiting.

My old friend will now be called Shawshank, because when I think about him now, all I can hear in my head is Morgan Freeman saying, "I just miss my friend." Which is ironic cause I talk to him all the time. I have to stop that. He had whatever odd reason to get back in touch with me, but it wasn't to connect all the time. He has a life without me. I need to let him go, or at least fade back into the woodwork where he was before. Maybe if I turned off Messenger...  Now how the hell do I do that again? Pull the app off my phone first would probably help.... Woot! Done. The temptation should lessen. One hopes.

I need to find more friends.