a pretty bad case of…

the ‘just one mores’. oh, yeah, i’ve got a bad, bad case of em. you know, those famous second-to-last words. “just one more, and then i’m done” usually followed up with another “just one more”. before you know it it’s 5 in the morning and you’re barely able to keep your eyes open, yet you can’t pull yourself away from the tv because fight night round 3 is so captivating, okay fine, just one more game and then i’ll go to bed – just one more fight and then i’ll eat. just one more and i’ll go breathe. i’ve found myself saying that with freecell too. just one more game and i’ll go make dinner…

usually, katie does a really good job of snapping me out of the ‘just one mores’ – but she’s in belize and didn’t call me on the day she was supposed to (yesterday), so i haven’t gotten my ‘katie fix’ lately which sends me deeper into the ‘just one more’ haze. i’m sick, i tell ya, and my medicine is south, VERY south. open up the borders, no tango el medicin-o.

so, yeah, i miss her. she hasn’t been gone a week yet, but i miss her. the house is quite empty. it was fun for a while, but she should come back soon so i don’t sink into a deeper coma, ill with the ‘just one mores’… it’s a terrible, terrible disease.