I got home from Columbia last night around 1:10 am. I was alone, and for the first time in a long time I was completely freaked out. I checked everywhere in the apartment to make sure there wasn’t someone hiding. I locked myself in my bedroom. I felt really lonely, and kind of sad, but I was exhausted, so I turned off the light and closed my eyes. I was almost asleep when I heard a banging sound from the bathroom. Still not sure what it was, but it totally freaked me out. So then I was up for a while, and finally fell asleep with the lights on. This reminded me that I really don’t care for living alone.
I’ve decided to run another half-marathon this fall (I know, I know), and I’m strangely excited about it. #yolo
I’m babysitting my friend’s baby today. She’s currently napping, and I’m struck by how much I do not miss having a baby. Four is an awesome age.
Babysitting sucks. I’d rather be at the office. I’d very much rather be sleeping, which was the original point of taking this day off.
But now my friend won’t get fired, so…
Soon I’ll be having lunch with the boyfriend, and that will make things better.
