Oh man... my social life died.
Every night for the last 4 or 5 months I've gone from home to work (or having already been at work, working) to Dan's place... when he lived with his roomie. His roomie is getting married right around the corner and as his fianceé and her kids will be taking up residence there, Dan had to take a hike... so he moved back in with his parents for a month.
Ergo... guess who's coming home early and alone every day now, rather than socializing and watching amazing movies with her bestie? that's right. Me.
I could fucking cry. This just feels so weird. I'm not at all used to coming home and sitting my ass in this chair in front of the computer.
I feel so lonely... so depressed... so terribly, terribly out of my routine. I HATE breaking my routine, but I knew this day was coming.
I've dreaded it since I heard that Dan had to move out... and it's finally here. He said he'd come over and see me on the regular and watch movies post-work here rather than there... but tonight didn't pan out, unfortunately.
Fuck me... this sucks. But at least it's only temporary. Because in a month... it's all gonna get hella better.
And I mean hella better. No details yet, as I don't want to jinx it, and I also don't want news reaching certain people, but my situation is going to be infinitely superior to now.
Well, I guess I'll pack it in, have a good cry, and go to bed.
I'll adjust... if I have to.
Damn.