Nothingness

It's Friday night and I'm home. That is not my woe, because there is pretty much nothing I would like to do out alone anyway. I find that I have become strangely dependent on Prasad for every single thing. Not that I wasn't before, but now I cannot even think of anything when he isn't around. I dwell on nothingness in his absence, and the further away he is, the greater is my comfort in nothingness. It's a good thing that I am innately very lazy - so the only thing I don't mind about Prasad's absence is this nothingness I am enjoying. Not for long though, I want him back now!