depressing things are empty beds

D's been gone almost 5 days. So far, I've

- reorganized our Netflix queue with my picks at the top (ANTM Cycle 1, Pumpkin, Shopgirl, and Grey Gardens
- cleaned the entire apartment, including all THREE bathrooms
- purchased a sweet bike from a clown on Craigslist
- hosted my first Naked Lady Party
- eaten a whole California Pizza Kitchen White Pizza in one sitting

With all this waking-time activity and my bedtime sprawling area now at its maximum, you'd think sleep would be more welcome. But, I haven't gotten more than 5 hours a night since D left. I need his skinny, little warmth beside me. He's my blankie. When I'm lying in bed, trying to mentally put together what I'm going to wear tomorrow, I can't shut off the Mom Part of my brain: Is he warm enough? Why didn't I make him bring gloves? Are cabbies being mean to him?

It's only now that I understand my parents' need to always know where I was going, who I was going with, and what time I would be back. Sorry about making you worry.