effigy

I was at home drinking the other night...lying on the couch, listening to music and crying (ya know, the usual). Normally I do this alone, while my boy is out...but he was home on his puter this time...I didn't hear him come into the room...I don't know how long he was standing there before I opend my eyes to see him...He didn't say anything...just walked over to the couch, sat on the floor and softly put his head on my lap...We didn't say anything, really, but at that moment I know he could feel my sadness...I though he actually got it!
The next day he said that I had freaked him out a bit and that he didn't think it was normal for someone to cry just listening to music...(that's my BOY) I know it hurts him to see me so sad and to think that I am unhappy with my life...with him...I don't want to hurt him more than my unhappiness already does so, from now on I'll keep my drunken cryfest to myself...
And I'll try to get out more often so I can indulge in happy drunken hedonism. Speaking of...I am getting a bit psyched for this trip to L.A....Sweet oblivion...how she (or he ) calls to me...
Hope everyone is a bit less "basket casey"...