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.
Here’s a hug over the internet to help give you some comfort until Joey gets back.