Saturday, August 23, 2003
Either I've sent the Muse away so I could be more dramatically forlorn over Mark's absence, or the Muse has deserted me while I wallow in self-pity because I am without my better half. Either way, my Muse has the better end of the deal, and I come out looking pathetic (or just overly sappy). While I don't expect to get much writing done today, I will at least get all the chores done that I've been ignoring so I could curl up on the couch and stare at the TV. And now that I know what it's like to be home alone without Mark, you can bet I'll never let this mewling and "I can't do anything" whining happen again. Even if it is sweet in a romantic comedy way.