Not what you would think, really.
Parties and get-togethers are strickly reserved for Friday and Saturday nights.
Driving down stateline, going as fast as I want is a main on the list.
Pretending I live in Europe and driving on the wrong side of the road without worry.
Putting on my only formal dress and walking through the forest.
worshipping the moon
singing to the stars
playing with my dog in the pale moonlight
surfing the net
learning mandarin from podcasts
Crying because you left me
trying to distract myself
from how lonely the nights really make me feel