tonight is a girl night. i’m the girl. it’s just me and the night.

i haven’t seen joe in a few days. word is, he’s at the hospital. tonight he’s on call. got paged before he could even call me to tell me he isn’t coming home.

so. here i am. just me. the girl. at home. i’ve done the dishes. (be proud of me.) i’ve got mounds of fresh clean laundry. i gave henry dinner. and now i’m just wishing that joe would come home. that all those silly people who get toothaches in the middle of the night and try and shoot their brains out but fail and shoot out their jaws instead would get some sense and have problems during business hours.

i’ve been doing what anyone would do in my situation. shopping. (somewhere in the past few months of evening loneliness i got obsessed with finding delightful little things that no one else can find.) and so. it’s just me. and in this dark. i am convinced with such conviction that i need this.