Third day at home... and already, the separation anxiety. What is this?

Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I'm home and hardly anyone else is. I feel so very out of place... and I miss the 'dale.

I miss my beautiful roommate, Kristin. I miss all of my friends for their various (and very individual) characteristics that make them so wonderful and precious to me... I miss getting up in the morning and walking out my bedroom door and seeing three friends before I've even brushed my teeth... now all I see is my cat. And she's nice, don't get me wrong. But she curls up on my bed at night and makes it hard for me to sleep comfortabley. None of my friends do that.

As much as I'd like to stay and complain more about life at home (just kidding), I gotta jet. Heather and I are going out to lunch (to celebrate the almost-done-ness of her finals), I'm picking up some job applications at the mall, and I've got another eye appointment. Later, kids!

Yay! I just talked to my roomie! Ok, this day just got 10 brownie points!