So Josh, Brady, and I were eating dinner at Ottavio's this evening, of course discussing the intricacies of life. And I came to a realization: I need a populated home to return to at the end of the day. Last year was nice when I'd come home and someone would be playing some good music, there were good people and it was just a friendly place to be. This year, well, I don't come home to the apartment anymore. I come home to Allie's apartment. But now Allie's out of town. So I found myself sitting at work this afternoon and wondering if I really wanted to actually leave. I had nothing waiting for me when I got home except for a broken computer, which I still haven't had time to fix. I have to take a physics test tomorrow, and am the lacking motivation to care. Maybe what I've said in the past is true, I love to easily and too much.

I miss Allie, this month is going to suck. She did call though, and I excused myself from dinner to talk to her for a bit. Phone calls fall somewhat short of physical presence, but at least it's some consolation, and I prefer them to nothing.

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