I went to bed about an hour ago, but I got distracted by reading.  Then my head started hurting due to my creepy left eye, and I realized that I missed Joey.

It’s quiet, and boring, and lonely around here without him.

I AM HAVING CONVERSATIONS WITH HENRY.

Joey’s flying to NYC tomorrow and will (finally) return on Thursday.  I hope he gets me a good present.  Scratch that.  I just hope he comes home soon.