sorry no cutesy title

It is 2:20 in the morning and I am awake- I haven't even gone to sleep yet. It is strange to be awake at two in the morning these days. I am still awake because I feel like something is going to happen soon- and I don't want to miss it. What it could be I have no idea.

I miss my cat- I miss my apartment- I miss my huge, wonderful bed, I miss the order of my life in Sioux Falls. When I come back home it is so disorderly that I just can't function properly. I am hoping that my living style won't cross over to obsessive compulsive cleaning. I do believe the worst part of coming home isn't that it is chaotic- but it just reminds me that I am going to be alone for at least another week (this time I think it will be two). I feel my loneliness so much stronger when I am around other people. When I am home in SF I don't curl into the fetal position and sob- in fact I haven't had a good cry session in forever. But when I am in Brookings I feel like bawling.

Well maybe I am going to be able to get to sleep now?