So I took my beloved to the airport yesterday. I won't get to see him again for two whole weeks, and no that's not a long time, and yes I've done it before (last summer in fact, he was gone for 2 weeks and I was home ALL ALONE). But I miss him. I was fine when I dropped him off, amazingly -- I haven't had to take him TO the airport in probably two years, but I remember it being a traumatic experience... I know I always ended up in tears. Yesterday wasn't so bad; reason probably being that I get to go somewhere too (for once) (albeit next week), so it's not like he's leaving and I'm just stuck here waiting for him to get back. Nope, it's more like he left and I'm stuck here waiting to leave too, and wishing he was still here. :)

But anyway, I did not cry. I came home and spent the day playing The Sims, and then watched Lilo and Stitch, and then my sis was on the phone so I couldn't get on the internet (dial-up royally sucks) so I decided to go to bed. And that was when I cried. And pathetically stole his pillow off his bed (yes, he has a bed at my house) and buried my face in it. Unfortunately it smelled more like mothballs than like Ryan. But it helped.

This morning I went online and got to say good morning to him for a few minutes, which was nice. We didn't have anything to talk about though, since he doesn't miss me yet. It always takes about 5 days for him to start missing me, which is kind of annoying because I always miss him most at first... by the fifth day I'm used to him being gone. :) But on the bright side, New Year's Eve will be the fifth day, and he's under strict orders to call me, so hopefully he'll have something to say. ;)

Here's the irony: my fam (and me) are leaving the first for Disney (YAY!). And when does Ryan get home? The second. Great planning on everyone's part, for sure. ;)

But anyway... I will survive. I spent all of today playing The Sims again, except for a brief interlude when Mommy and Daddy took me out to a movie (Two Weeks Notice -- definitely cute. Love Hugh Grant.) As soon as I post this it will be bedtime, and bedtime is definitely the worst part. I mean, when you're used to sharing a bed with someone warm and cuddly, it just seems cold and empty when they're not there. *sigh*

Honey, if you read this, I miss you. :( Come back and hog my bed and kiss me with your morning breath!! ;) I love you...