So it's been only three days...

... and I've discovered how pathetically dependent I am on my husband.

Now, as a general rule, I'm a pretty independent woman. But for some reason, now that I'm happily married, my emotions are all over the place when he's not around. It's not that I can't take care of myself. It's not that I can't get any enjoyment out of anything. It's just that I seem to fall into this mini-depression when he leaves for a long period of time... and it really annoys me.

Maybe I'm being too hard on myself? Considering we were denied a visa the last time we applied. Considering we've been waiting almost three years for this. Considering I'm not naturally a patient person and now I have to wait to get final confirmation of what is one of the biggest steps Stewart and I have ever taken in our lives. Maybe it's normal for me to be on edge?

I'm breaking out, I'm watching "From Justin to Kelly" on MuchMusic to procrastinate from work, I'm contemplating eating a whole box of cookies. How pathetic am I?