just when you thought it was safe to joke about firemen, all of a sudden it becomes thursday afternoon. and you realize that usually on thursday afternoons at this time you are happily anticipating the day being over so you can go to your favorite wacky dive bar and hang out with your friends and...meet...up...with...*sniffle*...TheBoy.
because that is your thing.
and that has been your thing every week for months.
on thursdays you go to the bar and you drink and play trivia and chat up the regulars and then he arrives and you eventually have dinner and discuss your plans for the weekend.
but now? now you're in some strange, alternate reality, where even though a mere week ago things were normal, this week you are just desperately sad and wonder if you'll ever even hear from him again.
and you know you cannot go do your thing because the whole time you will be subconsciously aware that you are waiting for him to show up. and when he doesn't, you will then have to go home -- alone -- to your cats and your knitting.
and that suddenly isn't funny anymore.