Because I can ...

I hate this day. You'd think after 18 months of flying up and down the country every month, that eventually you'd get used to saying goodbye...that you'd practically be ho-hum about it all...but you don't. Well, I don't anyway. One day I'm hoping the only goodbye I'm saying to Dan is when we leave the house for work each day...knowing that we'll be saying hello again in person , at the end of the shift. I hate this day *sigh*

I'm down south in Christchurch at the moment. Dan's at work and my new boss is away for 6 weeks, cycling through Italy I believe, so I don't have any work to do. In fact, this morning I've done nothing except lounge around on the sofa, watch an action movie on the telly, eat stuff that's bad for me, and think about how much I want sex. I'm wondering if I'm turning into a man. When that flowed off my fingertips it sounded too good to worry about the whole PC thing, so, what the hell.