so i am sat in bed. alone. Mr G is on the night shift. its cold. and lonely. and im dreading tomorrow, which is not good, because so far I don't think there is a day where I have dreaded waking up in the morning to work. I'm undecided as to whether this is because of my new attachment to the gentleman. or because the pill i'm taking is making me grumpy, or because things are genuinely coming to an end for me here and its time to move on.? i am really confused by this. and i hate the feeling i am feeling. but who knows, maybe tomorrow won't be a bad day..

whatever. we'll see.