I spent a lot of time by myself this weekend. My two dear friends ran off to Niagara Falls for their anniversary. I stayed home with my kitty boys. Well, not exactly. I went to my parents’ house on Saturday and got my tent (yahoo!!) and then spent the rest of the weekend at home. Looking at my last post, the only things I didn’t do were comics, Batman on tv, and grocery shopping. Not bad. Anyway, I got lots done, but I was quite lonely. I was alright during the day, but nighttime was a little rough. I had insomnia from it. 2 am rolled around, and I was no where near ready to go to sleep. I did get to watch the Osbournes though, and was surprised how funny it was, while at the same time being a sometimes poigniant story about a family with some difficulties getting along. A normal family, in other words. Ozzy is an interesting person. He’s a rock star, but also a really good dad. He knows the deal, he knows the worst of what teenagers do, and he knows how lucky he was to survive his youth nevermind ending up famous and successful. He doesn’t want to see his kids get hurt, but doesn’t want to stifle their experiences either. It’s really an intersting show from a variety of angles. But I digress. I discovered without much difficulty that a weekend alone is about all I can handle. I don’t think I’ll ever want to live alone. Here’s to hoping I never have to!