Will I get used to this? This feeling of weird emptiness? Even though I felt alone for a year or more, I wasn't physically alone, and now I am. Last night was the first night alone in this house. I couldn't sleep. I was so anxious. I took the laptop upstairs and read 'Best of Craigslist' until 2 AM and I couldn't see straight anymore.

Things are so good though. Or they will be. Except for the slaying things I see like his changed relationship status on Evolver.net to "I'm over it", and the missing condoms (plan on fucking someone soon? Doubt if they'll be as good as this.)

I have my new dishes. At least I don't have to come downstairs at 3 to pee and see him wallowing in front of his computer drunk and chatting about crop circles.