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I think I might have lost my mind today. I didn't want to leave the apartment. And I mean, I really didn't want to leave. To the point that when I told myself to calm the fuck down and get ready for work.. I started crying. And my first reaction after this was to grab my quilt and hide in the closet. That seriously sounded like a fantastic idea.

That's about the point in which I called work and explained what was going on. I have the rest of the week off.

Then I thought about something my roommate said when we were talking last night. Instead of taking a photo, create one. So, I set up the tripod and .. created a photo. I rather like it. The roommate said he'd rather there be some detail in the shadow - I disagree. I like it just the way it is. It actually made me feel a little better, taking that photo.

Later, Matt woke up and we drove to his audiologist appointment. I feel safe when I'm with Matt. I think maybe my issue this week has been that I miss him. And I do. A lot. I can't wait for school to start. Because that will be my morning thing.. and I won't have to work in the afternoon. And then Matt and I will see a little more of each other. And that thought makes me happy.

I saw Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day this evening. One thing working at a movie theater (and having one's partner go to out to sea for months at a time) did was make it easier to watch movies alone. I actually like sitting in a dark theater. It's very comforting. Almost like home. I wish I could get a job as a projectionist here. I would adore that. I have experience.. it's just been a while. And I'm pretty sure there's probably a union or something. Anyways.. the movie was lovely and I adore the music. Amy Adams was awesome and totally believable.. though, I'm not sure if that's a good thing.