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all alone, but no time for lonely...
Matt's in Portland at the new apartment. I've kept myself quite amused all evening on the phone, e-mail, Yahoo groups, and didn't even get to my resume. Oops. Well, it's mostly updated, I just have to compare what I wrote with the official job description I got from my boss today. She's all positive and cheery and helpful, so I'm hoping that means she's going to give me a good reference if I ask.
The time I get lonely and nervous is when I go to bed. My grandmother spent one night alone in her life, and that night the house was broken into. I don't know why I always think of that. I'll go lock all the doors, and I think I'll put the big knife my brother gave me for Christmas next to my bed. That won't make me in the least bit safer, but it will make me think of him and feel happy.;) Yes, I'm not a habitual door-locker, at least not here. Grammy always was. Funny.
The time I get lonely and nervous is when I go to bed. My grandmother spent one night alone in her life, and that night the house was broken into. I don't know why I always think of that. I'll go lock all the doors, and I think I'll put the big knife my brother gave me for Christmas next to my bed. That won't make me in the least bit safer, but it will make me think of him and feel happy.;) Yes, I'm not a habitual door-locker, at least not here. Grammy always was. Funny.