I'm supposed to be packing. I have to be out of the hotel in a couple of hours and my flight doesn't leave for 8. I'm flying home for less than 18 hours. Enough time to shell out $120 in taxi fare, do laundry, pick up cat food and sleep. It isn't a bad thing, but oh, the crap I have to pack to take back. I'm going to have to do some serious evaluating of what I'm bringing back up here. The jean skirt I probably don't need, I'll cut back on the shoes by at least one pair, and if I sew up my work pants I can bring them back, otherwise those stay in Texas too.
Drove down to Louisville yesterday and caught a movie with Nic. Last night was actually a pretty nice night. We went to the movie (World's End, it was ok), and then we went to the bar for a beer after. We joked like we always have and in general had a pretty good night. We have a good friendship, if a bit odd. We don't always talk, but when we can hang out, we're good to just chill. I'm going back to get my hair cut and he and I will catch a movie next weekend as well.
Of course, I'm driving back and realize it's a friday night and I haven't talked to Shawshank. I felt a bit bad about that. Not bad, just sad. I know, wait. No, I don't know. I believe he touched base because he could, but it wasn't easy so he flaked again. But I could be wrong. Plus, I have to remember he doesn't really belong to me. How does that work? How can you be friends with someone who is married? Especially if they are the opposite sex? We can't go all in. I can't rely on him to take care of all my emotional needs cause he isn't mine. I guess I never figured that out. I don't want to be the crazy person, but I miss having someone I can just pick up the phone and talk to without worrying that I'm intruding on something or overstepping my bounds.
I'm sure there is a manual, but I'm 40 and I should have this shit down by now.
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