Today was the beginning of the end of Jeremiah's tour. The last week! I'll see him next Saturday doing what he does best up in Chi-town, where we will continue on home and he will not leave me for a good amount of time. That idea is comforting. His talk of label offers is both exciting and worrisome, unfortunately. I missed him such a ridiculous amount this tour, what's gonna happen when he's gone for two months? Three? Six? Cross-country, international? I wonder if I'll become accustomed to his being gone on a consistent basis or if it will be like this every time. If I will be able to adjust to his absence becoming a majority of the time. I feel as if he's not worried at all. That brings me comfort as well, to a degree.

I've decided I have the worst luck in the world. My car being bludgeoned while I was at school by what was most likely an oversized truck and ego (probably with those stupid fake testicles hanging from the hitch), who obviously had no reason to leave me at the very least an apology note, given his high horse stature. I'm always the one at work who gets to stay late to wait for the stylist that's running behind so I don't get to eat any of the appetizers at the work party that I was supposed to attend. Oh, and I'm only getting $50 on my tax return this year as opposed to my several hundred dollar return from last year. I was looking forward to buying some essentials for my music degree. Being a performance major without a metronome or a tuner is a tad shameful.

School needs to end. School needs to end, and Jeremiah needs to come home. Everything will be better when I am not up to my eyeballs in stress and worry and problem upon problem upon problem with no one to hold me tight at the end of the day and tell me tomorrow is a new day.

Sigh.