Sad....

No more Nicole. Sadness is. I'm-a going to get on a train in a half hour or so, and then the part of my life where I am capable of anything approaching joy will be put on hold for a couple months.

Nicole just read that and went 'Aw...', because I am just so charmingly pathetic.

That last one made her giggle a little.

Now she's delibrately not reacting, because she knows I'm going to write about it.

Now she's just making faces at me. Angry face... okay, that one I can't identify. Pouty face, that one I recognize... cute face... Now she wants me to stop looking at her. Now.... now I stop writing. Comedy resumes on the morrow.