March 26th, 1983
All I am going to say it that it is going to be damn difficult to give up certain freedoms I suddenly find myself being allowed to enjoy once Brielle comes back home.
Being on my own, alone (theorectically) in my own flat (which, for all intents and purposes at the moment, it is) is absolutley brilliant. Especially when Abby stays over. I have never enjoyed staying inside so much as those weekends when she's here. Lazy Saturdays are now offically my favourite.
One of these days I think-
Today doesn't feel like Tuesday. I don't know what day it feels like, but... wait, it feels closer to the end of the week than the start. Which is a shame, since, well. It's probably going to be a long week. There's still a pile of parchment on my desk that I didn't even look twice at today. In any case, I can't wait for Saturday.
Brielle, you'll be pleased to know that yes, the flat is still in one piece and no, I haven't been starving. I do miss you, but you really can take your time in coming back.
Though I think my toad is on the missing list again. I let him out of his cage to stretch his legs and hop around a bit, and I turned around for one second and he's gone. But he can't have gone far since he's kind of getting old now and doesn't hop around as fast as he used to. I'll leave some Every Flavour Beans out for him. That draws him out from his hiding spot every time.