I finish the paperwork for my loan consolidation and ICR.  I hope that everything is correct.  Most of my day has been directed towards this task that I’ve been delaying for some time now.  I called into work early this morning.  It took over a week, but one of my client’s finally succeeded in getting me sick.

So I do this and that and don’t make my bed and text Chloe.  I wish she were here, but I don’t want her sick.  I just want her as close to me as she can get.  I want to lay against her.

I’m considering how to make tonight somewhat enjoyable.  Everyone’s home and the quiet in the house is long gone.  I think about going to Chloe’s place, but she’s in class and will be working out until around 8:00pm.  I would love to hide under the covers of her bed with her and listen to the television in the background while I kiss her on her neck.

But I’ll be here, at home.  Maybe making farfalle for everyone so that people have dinner and my mind stays occupied.  It’s after 3:00pm, but it really feels like it should be later than that.  I’m not sure how to feel about it other than today feels like another Sunday.  And Sundays always make me uneasy.

I don’t know.