Last night Booty Call and I sat around eating ice cream and watching Weeds for a couple hours, then went to bed.  Then we had to get up at 4am and I drove her to the airport so she could fly across the country to visit her ex.  Fun times.  Now I’m sitting in my pjs watching Big Love, feeling tired and lazy and lonely.  It’s always hardest when she first leaves.  A week really isn’t that long, she’ll be back Monday.  And we’re not even serious.  So why do I miss her so much already?  Ugh.