09.02.05 - 1:52 am
the reason i keep picking up shifts and working tirelessly isn't so much because i need the money [although i kind of do], or because when school starts i'll be working less [although i will], but because working fills up time.
time i would otherwise be spending at home, alone, watching movies, and torturing myself with memories of my lover. my lover, who isn't returning for two more days. whom i miss terribly. whom i daydream about constantly.
i can cop to it being a little bit sick, but mostly i love the hold he has over me. i feel as though i've been tamed.
i worship this person, and in return i am worshipped right back.
so i tag along because at 1130pm a table full of drunken laughter sounds a helluva lot better than an empty apartment & bedtime.
and when 1130 becomes 130 i don't feel half as lame as i would if my boyfriend left town for a week and i did absolutely nothing social the whole time.
plus, i just really love my work friends.