I'm doing it singular

I can't sleep.

I am excited to go out and do different things while Michael is gone. I don't have to come home in time to cook dinner. It seems like all my deadlines are met. I think I am going to go to a bar tonight. I hardly drink, so I better go with one of my friends. I talked to Vlad. He figured out he's in the shithouse with me. He offered to lie to Tess and go to the bar with me and my friend Nessa. I'm pretty sure this is a bad idea. Nessa will have my back though. Plus, I am still mad at him.

I miss Michael. I do like sleeping without having someone push me to the edge of my bed. The no snoring and keeping my pillows through the night is very nice. His cat misses him too. She won't leave me alone. She usually only likes me when I have a ham and cheese sandwich or chocolate ice cream. Then she begs like a dog. It's really sad.

My mom ignored the entire 4 hour conversation we had about the renter for her condo. She gave her the keys. What a waste of my free time. She's moving out here on the 18th.

Every time Michael leaves on business I always say I am going to do something fun and different. I always end up cleaning, do errands, and a lot of work. I always picture myself jumping off of the sofa playing the air guitar, walking around the house naked, and eating bon-bons.

I seem to be fresh out. I better go get some.