I haven’t written anything substantial in a while here. Once again, work is getting really busy, in fact, life is just really busy at the moment. At the theatre, currently, we have 45 days straight of events, rehearsals and performances. The end result of that is me working longer hours, lots of nights, and every weekend until the 15th of December.

On top of that I have friends staying at my place. They have come down from Hervey Bay to work on the U2 concert in Brisbane tomorrow night. I have been living alone for the last month now and it’s taking some getting used to having people in the house. I have to close the bathroom door when I have a shower. I have to wear clothes when I walk around the house. (Sorry for the mental images. I don’t pay psychiatrist bills)

My friends in Brisbane keep calling me. There’s a party on this night, we are going to the pub on that afternoon. I have to say no every time. What really kills me is that hanging out with my friends means getting to hang out with Girl A. (A visit from Girl A, A surreal evening, Isn’t it supposed to get easier?) I’m finding myself missing her more and more each day. I miss her matter of factness. I miss just sitting in silence, not needing to talk. I miss her smile. I miss how I feel when I am around her.

I guess all that I can do is wait until the 15th of December.