Despite the massive hangover, I managed to mow the lawn and go for a 20 mile bike ride with MikeO. I told my tale of woe to him. Now I’m back home bored. I want to have someone to hang out with, yet I don’t want company. I want someone to talk to, yet I don’t have much to say. I hate feeling like this, I never get used to it. Timing sucks, and in this case it was timing that was against me.