times are hard and i'm the last in line

i finished boxing up my stuff yesterday. last i heard, debbi was on her way up to the house, presumably to help her man-friend get settled in. i found myself heading to the house more than once as i was driving home from dante's. the habit is so strong that it took real effort to take the correct exit towards derek's house. i played one of my favorite cds on the way home but didn't hear a note. i wish i were numb because i feel horrible right now.

all my stuff is packed away. all i have is a backpack with a few days worth of clothes and my laptop.

had fun watching derek's softball game, though. highlight of my weekend.