Wanting and Waiting

Well, I guess Liza's plane took off about 2 hours ago. She left here around 1045. The first hour I think I was in kinda shock. I wanted to try and sleep some more, but couldn't. It's much too hot. It's always too hot when my situation is most futile. It has to really feel like the summer for my blues to really sink in. The second hour I was motivated and determined to set in and be productive. I thought "If I'm going to have all this space and free time while Liza is away I might as well use it to be very industrious". So, I rearranged the room a little and worked on recording for about an hour and half. That's when the fear and anxiety started to sink in. Should I drink a beer? Should I take some morphine? I can't talk to Liza because she's 30,000 feet above the earth. I cleared the room up a little bit, but Liza won't be coming home tonight and not tomorrow and over and over. She is flying to New York. I got a phone call from Amanda who is in Minneapolis. She made me feel more at ease. I also started drinking a beer. Amanda told me to hang out with Jonny who is back in town from Chicago. I said " Well sure but Jonny doesn't have tits and ass" and Amanda said something like "I didn't know you were like that, needing tits and ass all the time" and I've been smoking a lot of pot or cigarettes or yelling or something and I've partially lost my voice, so, when I talk it squeaks and I figured how ever I would answer if whether or not I needed tits and ass all the time, if I could get it, would sound silly so I said nothing, you know.