This morning I stood on a sidewalk as the love of my life was hurling through the sky on a flying metal tube getting smaller and smaller until it was completely gone from view, and I cried and thought to myself how I couldn't remember feeling so alone in all my life, which only made me cry more. I had to stand there for a few minutes so I could get myself together, then came back to the loft where I've been since. This is the part of being in love with someone that really sucks, when you have to be away from them and it is the last thing you want. I'm okay now, but until he called me the second time to say he'd landed in Phoenix I was six different kinds of FEH. Just big, fat, FEH.
Let me tell you, you'd never know how big and empty and lonesome a place this is until you're in it all by yourself, and while I'm not scared or anything like that I just miss him and want Friday to hurry up and get here so he can be home with me - where he's supposed to be. I really hate it when he has to go away for work, particularly when he has to go to the other side of the country.
It was a good day for completely ridiculous television, though! There was a Roseanne Halloween marathon followed by Mommie Dearest, the first ever comedy on child abuse. Now there's a marathon of Scariest Places On Earth, which is just amusing as hell to me for some reason - I suppose because that whole paranormal thing is just lost on me. The episode airing at 9PM is on Čachtice Castle, site of the infamous Blood Countess, Erzsébet Báthory who is said to have torture-murdered over 600 young girls and bathed in their blood to keep herself young. I read the novel The Blood Countess many years ago and have had a bit of fascination with her, so it'll be interesting to see actual footage of the castle remains. I'm interested in it from an architectural standpoint, and the way the show is presented will no doubt entertain once the stupid Americans sent to investigate paranormal activity there start freaking out at everything. To top it iff, the show host is Linda Blair of The Exorcist fame (a film from which Damien got his name, after the proest Father Damien Karras) and narrated by Zelda Rubinstein (Tangina the Clairvoyant from the Poltergeist films, which I loved). "THIS CASTLE IS CLEAN..." I love it.
Then at 10, my beloved Dexter. What a man, what a man, what a mighty good man. He's no D, but damn. So back I go to having my brain sucked out by this ridiculous talking box against the wall, and hoping that everyone has a good night and a great tomorrow.