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So Holly's leaving tomorrow for California, and she'll be coming back on Sunday night. I've known this was coming for months, but it totally snuck up on me. I've been in denial. I didn't even put it up on my white board calander. So now she's leaving and my bed will be empty and sad for four days, and we still haven't figured out how I'll get in to feed Smacky. D'oh. I feel like such a loser, because I know she's really nervous about this interview and her presentation, but I just want to cry. I mean, I know she'll do great, but I'm turning into this little three year old because I don't want her to go! I know this'll be a good thing, and that she'll knock their socks off, and that this is just the beginning of the interviews, but it's the first time in six months that we'll be spending even one, let alone three nights apart. Plus, California is so far away.

So I'm going over there in less than an hour and we're going to ~~have sex~~ spend some quality time together before I ~~cry like a baby~~ wish her good bye tomorrow. It won't be so bad. She'll call, and she'll see Darcy and they'll have fun and she'll kick ass on her interview, and she'll get to spend time in San Francisco. I know that we've made it much longer without seeing each other, it's just that the fact that she's leaving on this interview is a reminder of how next year she won't be here at all. Plus, three days without her in bed with me seems like far too much time. And really, it is all about me.

Waah!

aww!