My apartment is so still right now. The only noise is my fingers on the keys and the occasional snore from Honeycomb. Solitude is all very well and good, and the exhaustion of this past week has finally caught up to me, to the point where it's almost too much to move from the couch, but I miss Tom. There's not much really to say other than that.
Listening to love songs coupled with power ballads and ballroom dance tunes can do that to a girl.
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