I have my home all to myself. Waste is gone. Not completely gone. Not out of the city just yet. He's leaving town sometime this week. Most of his stuff is still in my home. However, he is not! He'll be coming back for his stuff soon.
So, yesterday I stretched my legs a little. I bought all kinds of yummy slightly more expensive than my normal fare food. Why? because I could. Why could I? cause I didn't have to worry about a stupid WasteOfFlesh boy eating it while I was busy at work.
I rearranged the living room. Mostly cause I could. I think I might have liked the old way better actually.
I am in the process of cleaning my apartment. I have this vision in which I live in cleanliness. The reason I think that could work is that at the moment I have read all of my books, I don't have a car by which to run out and get more books. I mean, I could take the bus. Hell, the big main downtown library is closer than Josiah's house and I go there all the time. But anyway, getting a book to read would require planning and motivation. I can't watch television all evening every evening. I don't have a computer.
Basically, I think there will be nothing better to do alone at my house all night for awhile than simply clean the place up.
I am leaving his voice on the answering machine, but only until I can get someone else male to record a message for me. I am paranoid like that.
The only other major adjustment is going to be for the kitten. Every time I went out this weekend, he kinda flipped out when I came home. He's never really been home alone before. I hope he can handle the change. I am afraid I might have to get him a friend....