Juxtapose

It's 2:29AM, and having just arrived home from an evening spent with Sarah Jo, Sven, Drew, and Chaz, I'm in a rather somber mood. Despite approximately twelve dollars' worth of candy, half a twelve-pack of Pepsi, The Italian Job, and The Spy Who Knew Too Little (See: Bob Murray at his near-What-About-Bob finest), it was my last night to hang with my Sarah Jo for nearly two months; she returns for Thanksgiving vacation.

Perhaps it was because it was 1:49AM when I left her house, or perhaps it was sugar overload, or perhaps it was allergies, but whatever the case, I got a tad misty-eyed giving her a hug goodbye. I don't generally cry a whole lot when leaving people, but SJ is not much of just a people to me. Suffice it to say, at this very late hour for me, I will miss her dreadfully. I think that I likely already miss her quite a bit, and she hasn't even left New Hampshire yet.

There's a lot of other stuff going on in my life lately that merits posting as well, but it is rather late, and I am in a bit of a funk at the moment, so I'll table that post to a later date when I don't have to get up for work in five hours.