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Ben had a 6am flight. :(

We didn't get to bed as early as I would have liked, and then ben was too nervous to sleep. I tried to help him calm down a bit, but I sorta worry I might have fallen asleep in mid-sentence.

And then we almost overslept and missed his flight! Ben kept putting the sleep timer back on over and over again. When I finally asked him what time it was, he told me, "Stan's talking some shit about abalone." The sad part was I was so tired I almost accepted that as an asnwer. But I came to my senses and checked the clock myself to see we had overslept by an hour and a half!

At least the airport is close. Got him there in 15 minutes. I wish I could have had more time to hug him goodbye before he had to go though. I'm going to really miss him. :(

Driving home was a sad adventure. In the airport, several people tried to pull into my sides. Then I missed my exit, got horrible lost (So much so that I nearly pushed the onstar button. One more second and I would have, but I saw a familiar road as I was lifting my arm), and ended up going in the wrong direction for a good 15 minutes. So it took less than 15 minutes to get to the airport, and about 30 to get home. Yup, that sounds about right for my life. Well, at least ben got to the airport on time.

I'm going back to bed now. I bet the bed is still warm. I'm going to steal ben's spot. I miss him already.

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My plan to sleep all day has failed. Now I am awake and must face the consequences of having no friends and a boyfriend that is out of town. It is VERY quiet in this apartment.

Not sure what I'm going to do with myself. At least during the week I'll have work. That will kill a good amount of time. Not sure what I'm going to do today though.

Maybe I'll clean or finish some crafts or walk the dog or make pasta sauce or bake dog biscuits. Those all sound like good things to do.

I really wish it wasn't so qiet here though. It's creepy.

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I took my dog for a mile walk and now she's acting all tragic. Her paws hurt, she's too tired to lift her head, and when she went to get a drink I think she fell in her water bowl. The whole kitchen floor is wet.

I hope she enjoyed it for a little bit at least. I didn't. It's exhausting walking her because there's so much stop and go. When I walk by myself I get into a rhythm. Noname has no rhythm. Walk-walk-pee-walk-pee-walk-walk-walk-squirrel-walk-pee...

She gave up on the walk about a block from our apartment on the way back. Just rolled onto the grass and died. I had to carry her that last bit. Poor baby.

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My most despised communications professor is mentioned in the LA Times. That upsets me a bit.

She's quoted for her research on Girls Gone Wild. It probably makes her happy. Truthfully, I think she chose that topic to be an "expert" in because she knew that no one else in the communications field would want her position. She was always bragging about her work with the Girls Gone Wild crews and stuff like that. And I would sit in class and roll my eyes and wish she would actually teach her class.

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I can't remember what I did with myself when I was single. I feel overwhelmed by all the free time I have.

Let's see, after my dog's walk, I read a bit of a bit. Then cleaned the kitchen and threw out the vile things that were once food and were now stinking up the entire apartment. Also did a bit of laundry. Then watched a few episodes of Inu Yasha that ben recorded for me. After that, cassandra came over and took me shopping. I bought some craft things to finish some projects I started, some food stuff, and som stuff to get the awful vile smell of the apartment to go away.

After I eat these string beans I cooked, I'm going to prepare some homemade pasta sauce to eat during the week. If I have time after that, I'll bake homemade dog treats for my dog. If I'm too tired, I guess I'll finish that embroidery project I started.

I really dislike having no one to talk to. The apartment is too quiet, even with the tv on. I hope ben calls soon so I can overwhelm him with all my stupid little thoughts of the day,