So, Scott’s gone hiking for two weeks in Tasmania.
He’ll be completely out of any kind of contact for most of that time.
My clingy side is a little sad.
My pragmatic side is saying “Pfft, it’s only two weeks”
and
my paranoid side is all “He’s going to get bitten by a tiger snake and die, or twist his ankle and be stuck in the middle of nowhere, or there’s going to be a flash-flood, or a bushfire. HE WILL DIE, SOMEHOW!”
Clingy side easily suppressable with chocolate and distraction.
Pragmatic side will hopefully dominate and keep my thoughts busy with other stuff.
Paranoid side not suppressable. Eep.
I have consumed so much chocolate in the past two weeks. Omg.
I thank the gods for my metabolism basically being on Speed, otherwise I would have gained about 15 kilos.
I dread the day I have to watch what I eat X..X
