So I went to work this morning, and 12 hours later I left. And I'm tired, so tired. But coming home seems so very lonely. I just want to talk to someone sympathetic, but there's no one to talk to, not right now. I called my mom on the way home, so I've sorta already used that resource. I don't know. I walked into my dark, crappy apartment and just felt so isolated, you know? And I'm really thankful that Guinn and Polly are here because at least I have them. But I'm so discouraged about feeling distant and isolated and cold. What was I thinking when I moved here in the first place. And now I'm here writing this because it makes me feel a little better, a little less lonely knowing that I can write and maybe someone will read it and care. I guess I just wish that there were more to come home too. Maybe I'm just over tired.