So Paul has been gone to work for 7 days now. It might as well be 80 by how long ago it feels that he left. I can’t help but wonder why the fact that when you’re together time flies but when you’re apart it seems to drag on forever… It makes me think of when you’re going on a trip and you’re so excited to get there and it takes forever…. And ever and ever. But then on the way home, when it’s the exact same amount of time and you aren’t excited whatsoever to be going home, it seems to take ¼ the amount of time it took going the opposite direction. What does this mean? I don’t know. That’s just what it reminds me of…. And it sucks. :(