Apparently today is just going to be a fantastic day. I made poor Glory stay up nearly an extra hour this morning because it all of a sudden occurred to me that I was alone and would be all week, and got very lonely and sad. And apparently some small part of my brain thought that whether or not one person on the other side of the globe was awake or not somehow affected my level of aloneness.

Then in the late morning I tried to take a nap, because sleep has been coming in weird 4-5 hour bursts the last couple days, and I couldn’t even manage to drift slightly.

And now I have spent an hour trying to decide if I was capable of dealing with the fucking phone, because I really wanted a cinnapie with my pizza, but for some reason Papa John’s doesn’t offer them on the online menu. Suffice to say there will be no cinnapie.

So, yeah. Apparently I’m just really good today, and I have no clue why. Its not like I haven’t stayed home alone for a week or so. When people were a hell of a lot farther away than Philly, at that. Maybe its just ’cause its the first time in this house? Maybe I’m just suffering my own normal fucked up brain chemistry, and it just hit at a bad time. I don’t know.

I want Amelia. And not to cry. And I want my lunch to arrive. And I really really want my Lion.