There's nothing worse than having a lousy day(of late, it's become a pattern), only to come home to an empty house. The empty spaces leave you hunting desperately, for something, ANYthing, that will fill the void. Shedding tears are a temporary solution for when the smile returns, so do the questions. This was supposed to be exciting, challenging, something I would look forward to doing every damn day of my life. What in the world has gone wrong?
I shall be brave and blame it all on the weatherman!