15 hours was long enough

to be away from my home today. seriously. i leave so early, and get home so late. i remember the days when i had these hours, and the fun part would be I would come home stinking drunk after partying all night. now I just work really long hours. really, really long hours.
i used to love talking to people. now i love silence.
i used to love my friends. now i just hang out at home on my couch.
there is a boat on Lake Travis that is BEGGING to be used this weekend. We are all so tired from work, that its probably going to have to wait another week or two. remember how I said good things are happening? well, they are still happening at work, but MAN OH FREAKIN MAN, its emotionally draining.
my house doesnt even feel like home anymore. its weird, i come home, i get a glass of water, i sit on my couch, log onto my laptop, read the blogs for a bit, and then go to bed. the next morning, i wake up, do something that seems exercise-a-cle, shower and then start my day all over again. The guest bedroom is the place where laundry goes to die. Things are seperated into dry cleaning, whites and darks. My house isnt even messy. I'm not here long enough to screw anything up.
I need a vacation at home.

But, its almost 11pm, i need to go to bed, so i can start this whole damn thing over again.

by the by, dear internet, i wish i could talk to you more. and some of you more than others.