I thought maybe I'd try to make my next post funny. Except I'm in a shitty mood and the wide array of hilarious topics at my disposal now are slack in provoking good ideas. Worthy blog fodder must either involve impromptu genital sightings or wetting your pants at work. Comedy = tragedy + time, and I'm missing the time element here, folks.
Day 1 of missing him I almost adopted a 17-year old orphan.
Days 2-7 of missing him, I considered rescuing a pair of troubled parakeets, driving to California, becoming a psychotherapist, relocating, and buying a funnel cake truck. Maybe this is when I buy some cats?