There used to be a time when I loved to be alone. That was a time where I could get somethings done, not have to answer to anybody and, of course, not wear pants. Being alone was like a deep dark well, damp, quiet, but always comforting. But all that has changed. Sometime over the past few years, I've gained access to feelings. Yes, you heard me. Actual feelings. My feelings. And while I've been in touch with negative feelings for quite sometime, it's the positive ones that cause all the troubles. Trouble such as, missing my girl when she's gone and, um, well, that's the pretty much the driving force. I admit, everyone needs time apart, but not to much. I know I'm ready to admit that.
So, besides masturbation, I found another way to cover for these emotions - by watching Lost. And after about 60 days of 120 episodes of Lost, I found it be a great distraction. But now that's done. I've tried to replace it with Eureka and Psych but neither has the appeal of Lost. I lined up several movies on Netflix to watch, but it's just not the same.
I could be distracting myself by writing the script for Regis' next podcast, but I'm not. I'd like to say I'm avoiding writing, but, um, well, I'm writing this, so I guess I'm avoiding being alone by updating the blog. This is almost like talking to other people, but not really (since no one reads this blog - I'm pretty sure about that because I don't tell anyone it's here).
Anyway, I forgot what I really came here to say. Sorry to disturb you. Go back to sleep.
Wait... I mean....
Thanks for listening, I’m so sorry you had to read it.