Tonight Is a Bad, Bad Night

I can't recall being this depressed in a long time. After almost a week off from work for Thanksgiving vacation, Mac is back under the hill tonight. As the Great One himself would say, "I'm so lonesome I could cry." It's 2:58 a.m. and I just can't go to bed. I tried, but it was cold and lonely without Mac in it. We had just about the best time ever this past week, and I miss him so. Hurry up, Christmas vacation. Hurry the hell up.