Warning: Pout-er dead ahead

So, I’m not ignoring you all. I’m pouting.

I DON’T LIKE LIVING WITHOUT CHAD. (Sam, I am.)

I do not like it here or there
I do not like it anywhere
I do not like it in a boat
I would not, could not, with a goat

(Especially that last part because it sounds twisted. NO GOATS!)

Anyway. Truthfully I have tons of time to update. What else am I going to do in the evenings with all this alone time on my hands? But I never feel like it. I’m wallowing right now and I just don’t feel like doing it on the Internet for all (four or five of you) to see.

I tried to think of something positive to say so you guys wouldn’t think I’m just sitting here crying alone, it’s not quite that bad, but I came up with Nada II. (Have you seen that commercial?) Do you see now why I haven’t been posting? Here’s another try:

1. My job is going fairly well. I think I’m going to like it.
2. We’re searching for a house, which is fun, kind of. (I liked my old house, darn it!)
3. Tomorrow is Wednesday, so half way to getting to see Chad again.

There. You happy now?