My god I am bored.
I am indescribably bored.
I haven't had any human contact, outside of phone calls twice a day from Rob, since Wednesday. It's now Sunday.
I am going nuts. Honestly and truly.
I was just petting my cat Vinnie. I called him the best cat in the world. I then noticed that Wednesday was in earshot. So I apologized fervently to her, telling her that she's the best kitten in the world and see, since she's tiny she's my perennial kitten whereas Vinnie is my cat.
Oh. My. God.
I need to get out of the house. I really do.
The scary thing is I still have to get through today. Rob will be back tomorrow morning.
Maybe I'll go out for a drink somewhere. But where? There aren't even any good bars around here. I'd have to go downtown, then take a cab back, and all to go to someplace that basically sucks. It hardly seems worth it.
The high point of my day will probably be when I walk to Hardings to get some milk.
Oh god I am turning into one of those crazy people that talk to their cats. This is not good.
Maybe I'll go on a twin peaks marathon/drinking binge to pass the time...