Sick today, sent home from work early. My first sick day in years. It's actually a charming interlude to being heartbroken. I have that to look forward to when I get better. Catching up on some sleep and staying warm.
I feel broken with Andrea. She had told me so many times she just doesn't love me and I am so tired I just can't fight anymore. She told me she doesn't miss it, meaning the affection and touching and sex. I on the other hand am dying without it, I need someone to hold my hand and smile at me. Even second best would keep me going I guess.
