Free on a Friday (Part II)

My brain is empty. My body is tired. My heart is exhausted in anticipation of seeing him. It's time for me to hit the sack and forget that tonight is Friday night. Forget that I am free again on a Friday night.

Free because my sweetheart is at the studio busy honing his recording skills. Free because all my friends are either married or committed and they are all having their little Friday night out. The only girl without a date I knew is working until midnight so I had no choice but to sit here in front of my computer and try to write something as mundane as this.

Writing this right now is nothing but a sign of my desperate attempt to fill this Friday night void. I am trying to convince myself that Friday nights are no big deal. I can always go out with him on a Saturday night. Not tomorrow for sure because he has to spend more time at the recording studio.

It just sucks because the weather had been so perfect, perfect for a drive up or down the California coast. But I guess I just have to suck it up and act like sitting here tonight, on a Friday is not a big deal.

Nope. Not at all. I think I should start learning how to get used to being free on a Friday night.

Actually, I am not-so-free tonight, tomorrow and for the rest of the weekend and maybe for more weekends to come because I am waiting here, hoping he would call and tell me he's free, that we're both free and we can just run away.

Run away tonight. Run, run away. Far, far away....