I'm missing you

I miss my baby.

It's truly shitty that he is away on a weekend. Sundays are OUR DAYS; when we attempt and fail at making it for brunch, attend Mass together and develop Sunday blues come dusk. I don't mind too much if he is away on a Saturday cos there's always so much happening on a Saturday night with friends to keep me occupied but Sundays are for families and couples.

I get annoyed every Sunday because we become gradually listless with the thought of the impending work week and start talking in monotones and neither of us will want to make an executive decision on where to have dinner. But right now, I'd give anything to be able to do all that with him.

I haven't heard from him since 9am this morning cos they are out for some island trip and there is no reception on his mobile as they go out further to sea. AARGGHH! I'm terribly frustrated that he is traveling so much this month and that he couldn't come for my dad's party last evening (which was great, really and I do promise to write about it once my doom clears up) and it's just... AARGGHH!

I start work tomorrow at the new place. It's nerve-wrecking. I wish the boyfriend was here to distract me with his bad jokes and silliness. It's not that I'm afraid about not having anyone to have lunch with and stuff cos it's not like I don't know anyone there. But it's nerve-wrecking anyway and part of that is probably due to the fact that I have to be at work at 8.30am, which after 4 years at EG, is an ungodly hour. I'm getting worried that I'll oversleep tomorrow morning.

I hope that I'll cheer up a bit later when I meet Sue or Jules for dinner and a spot of shoe shopping for my 1st day of work.

Meanwhile, I'm still missing my baby... :(

Location: home... alone...
Current Condition: mopey
Music: class 95fm