I guess this is just how it goes.
Things are very lonely. Long nights sitting in front of the computer writing things that neither Julia nor I would consider even halfway decent in any way, shape or form... I just want to sleep. Or at least write something worthwhile. It's a hassle.
I just realized that, next year, I won't have Shane or Josh to give me hugs on demand. It's going to be a rather large transition. I'm going to be all by my lonesome. Sure, I'll have the library and tutoring, but that's about it. There's going to be a lack of Mylan and there's going to be a lack of everything that I value at this point. Of course, none if it is worth it anyway.
It's been five hours since I added something to my latest short story. That what having season two of The X-Files will do to you.