Lonesome

After my first Yankee game on Friday night, I have spent the entire weekend by myself. Funny how that can happen in a place like New York City.

I cat sat. I rode the train more than necessary (not on purpose). I hung out in P. Park. I finished my move. Which was an extremely difficult sweat fest. It made me really realize how much I've depended on other people for help, namely A, for so long. I am aching, bruised and scratched, but I did it. It is a relief. All of my stuff in one spot. All of clothes available to me at once. Exciting. I did feel extremely lonely. I probably checked my email more than I should have. But I didn't panic. I slept well, other than Jack waking me up every three hours. I'm not so sure how I will sleep tonight though, in the new place. Plus, I am so paranoid about the bugs coming back. Terrified actually. I miss A. I still can't seem to go to concerts, or bars, or museums or movies by myself. I just can't. I wonder what I will do on the 4th...