All By Myseeeeeelf (Think Celine Dion)

So, no matter how much I think it's not going to be weird, it really is always weird to sit around the apartment all alone when Becky's gone. I feel kind of free, like I could suddenly do anything (even though I could do anything anyway), but at the same time I feel like I can't take up enough space to occupy this whole place, and that there must be invisible things milling around living here too. It's very odd. So here I am, not doing my homework but instead compulsively checking my email and writing in my blog, so that I feel like I have some connection to the outside world. Except, there's nothing in my inbox, and my blog does not provide instant gratification on the human connection front. Ah, well. Time to go back to comforting myself with homework.