When you're all alone and lonely in your midnight hour
and you find that your soul, it has been up for sale...
and your getting to think 'bout all the things that you done
and your getting to hate just about everything...
Lou Reed - Coney Island Baby
BP has been gone since Saturday for a Client Meeting to Singapore for 2 whole weeks. Waaah!! How will I survive without him? Home is sooo quiet. I never really realized how much noise he makes. Saturday night, I could hardly sleep. I woke up like 20 times, tossed and turned, and finally gave up and watched some TV. I always thought that I would appreciate a break from BP's tossing and turning (he sleeps like an eggbeater) and the sometimes loud snoring. I guess I was wrong! You would be surprised what you can get used to. I spent last night at SPs and that helped distract from the endless quiet.
Today, I got back home at quarter to nine to a dark, empty house. Cold rotis, cold sabzi and cold rajma in the kitchen. Even colder water in the taps. TV is boring, books are uninviting, the computer seems to have shut itself against me and I can't sleep. My nightmares about S are back...
The night sure seems scary with the wind blowing hard, banging your doors and windows. The roof tops making the wildest of noises. It's even scarier when you are alone in the house. I am not afraid of the dark but I am afraid of being alone.
BP called a few minutes ago. Was running out of currency, so kept the conversation short and sweet. I told him I was scared, alone and lonely. He tsked, "Never ever think of the dead again! Life is calling... where are you Silly girl?!" Indeed where am I! Stuck in the past, running away from my ghosts, chasing the impossible dreams...
I am off to sleep. Nighty Night!
and you find that your soul, it has been up for sale...
and your getting to think 'bout all the things that you done
and your getting to hate just about everything...
Lou Reed - Coney Island Baby
BP has been gone since Saturday for a Client Meeting to Singapore for 2 whole weeks. Waaah!! How will I survive without him? Home is sooo quiet. I never really realized how much noise he makes. Saturday night, I could hardly sleep. I woke up like 20 times, tossed and turned, and finally gave up and watched some TV. I always thought that I would appreciate a break from BP's tossing and turning (he sleeps like an eggbeater) and the sometimes loud snoring. I guess I was wrong! You would be surprised what you can get used to. I spent last night at SPs and that helped distract from the endless quiet.
Today, I got back home at quarter to nine to a dark, empty house. Cold rotis, cold sabzi and cold rajma in the kitchen. Even colder water in the taps. TV is boring, books are uninviting, the computer seems to have shut itself against me and I can't sleep. My nightmares about S are back...
The night sure seems scary with the wind blowing hard, banging your doors and windows. The roof tops making the wildest of noises. It's even scarier when you are alone in the house. I am not afraid of the dark but I am afraid of being alone.
BP called a few minutes ago. Was running out of currency, so kept the conversation short and sweet. I told him I was scared, alone and lonely. He tsked, "Never ever think of the dead again! Life is calling... where are you Silly girl?!" Indeed where am I! Stuck in the past, running away from my ghosts, chasing the impossible dreams...
I am off to sleep. Nighty Night!
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