The new year was actually good this year…not the least bit anticlimactic like it has been in the past. I spend all of yesterday recovering from the night before…and we didn’t get to bed until four in the morning. I know it’s technically not the holiday today, but I feel like the only bastard having to come into work. I probably wouldn’t be so mopey if my girl wasn’t home. She’s been home all week, and I’m just sad about it. I was so looking forward to these weeks she had off before I started working. I had the whole thing planned out…how I would take care of her…how I would decorate the house for christmas…how I would spoil her rotten until she had to go back. I still miss being home. People keep commenting on how happy I must be to be back at work, and it just makes me angry. They don’t know me. They don’t know what I like and dislike. I guess it is nice to be doing something else…to get out of the house for a while and make money…but, the novelty has pretty much worn off. I’m tired. My house is a mess. My fruit is feeling neglected again. I just want to go home.