I think I finally recovered from my awkward moment, although I still cringe and cower if I think about it for too long.
B is leaving the continent tomorrow. So as "hard" as the last 36 hours have been, they've been bearable because he's still just a phone call away. But for the next 23 days, we might not even have contact every day. It's quite a weird thought. And not one I like very much. This place already feels so quiet and lonely. I don't think I've actually spent this much time alone before - without him, or parents, or roommates, or dorm mates. I should be relishing it. But I don't. I don't like it one bit.
So tomorrow, I get up, I go to the gym. I might study. I might bake. And then I have a party to go to. I'm looking forward to it because it'll be something to do and something to get me off my computer and out of my quiet apartment. Because I'm in such a mood that I think I'd actually be more satisfied to stay at home and refresh Flight Aware all evening. So yeah, I need to go to the party, just so I don't do that.
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