Feeling: the same
Listening to: Better Off Dad - Hurts
Reading/Watching: --

Bork called last night. I was so. fricking. happy.

He was in the middle of hesitantly suggesting a time to meet up somewhere to talk, when I woke up.

That's right, I woke up.

And here I was almost to the point of not thinking about it for a whole day (it always creeps back in before I go to sleep, hence my subconscious's attempt to fill in the gaps).

I really am such a complete and total idiot.

Edited to add: I also realized it's been seven weeks since I saw him. Five weeks since we last spoke on the phone, seven weeks since I saw him in person. We've gone longer than that without substantial contact, but something about the knowledge that I can't just pick up the phone is eating at me.

It feels like longer. Seven years, perhaps.

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