Tonight is the third night myself and the Boy have spent apart.

And the less thats said about that - the better. Rest assured however, I am not a restless, weeping mess. I'm just a little cold. He's served me well as a portable electric blanket and I'm noticing his absence. (I expect I'll link him to this eventually so - apologies Darling, you're worth alot more than that..)

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I haven't been very proactive about things lately. Theres lots to be done and I haven't gotten around to doing it as quickly as I would have liked to. So, there's still lots to be done. I've been feeling pretty sluggish on the whole. The prospect of facing life hasn't exactly thrilled me as much as it does some people and I don't particularly find much pleasure in things, things that I used to anyway. I'm assuming it's one of those moments that everyone comes across every so often. It'll last for a few weeks and then go away. I'm appropriately drugged up, so I'm counting on it going away, or things could get messy.

I'm hoping I'll find the happy place I was in a week ago again, very, very soon. Second guessing myself isn't doing me any good, nor those around me. The sooner I get my zest for life back the better. Though it's not as easy as picking it up from wherever I put it down.