I didn't see you when I came back from lunch yesterday, and by now I know you're gone. I'm not having an easy time with the separation. I expect to suffer withdrawals by noon today. By tomorrow I'll be havin' the chills. By Tuesday I'll be a trembling mess with a ciggy hangin' off the edge of my lips (and I don't even smoke). By Friday I'll be 10 pounds skinnier and snapping at anything with a pulse. And by next week I'll be one short breath away from an alcoholic death. Come back to me safely or else you'll be to blame for my death, mkay? I can't liveeeeee without youuu. <3 you.