Wiiilllmmmaaaaaaaa...

...if I hear that classic line from the Flinstones one more time, I might actually strangle someone. I'm serious. It's annoying.

Anyway...

T.G.I.F. Most definitely. It's been such a long week and I'm SO ready for the weekend. But then again, with Christie finally moving in, this weekend will be extremely hectic. So maybe it's next week I'm ready for. Sans Monday, of course, because unless some unforseen thing steps in and changes things that, hopefully much weaker, monster of a hurricane will be crossing over us.

And God, as much as I want this week over, today is just not a good day for me. I'm mopey and sad and weepy and conflicted. It was three weeks ago that I told Drew I wanted to separate and I do, that hasn't changed but because (contrary to popular belief) I'm not a cold hearted, unfeeling bitch, when he told me that last night would be the last night he slept at the house, it hurt. Drew doesn't want to believe that, but as much as this separation is something I believe we need, I have slept beside that man almost every night for over six years and I love him. Of course I'm hurting, I'm human, I feel. And what I feel right now, is pain. I have a feeling I'll be "Sleepless in South Florida" tonight.

But I hope you all have a great Friday.