sometimes...

for the most part, i love my life. apart from the humidity thing, and the occasional college football-related breakdown, i have no real complaints.

but sometimes, every once in a while, coming home alone to an empty apartment wears on me. tonight is one of those nights. and i think, as i type this, i can even hear my family laughing together as they play poker on the other side of the country... intensifying the things i am already feeling.

so, to combat this, i choose to go here.