I think I might be broken!

So, every time (not kidding) Taylor goes out of town I get sick. Maybe it's the anticipation, maybe it's the fact that I am completely addicted to him, maybe it's that I don't sleep when he isn't here... what ever it is, it happens. Last Wednesday Talor left me for a "business" trip to Maine. I say "business" because it's the fall in Maine and I saw the freaking pictures. So, short story long, Friday afternoon I just fell apart. I got in bed at four o'clock in the afternoon and had Hunter take care of Cooper. I am ashamed already, but he really is an amazing brother, I listened intently to every detail. Hunter waited up for Taylor until 11pm. I have been a heap of tummy bug since Friday and eating hardly anything, and what I did eat was BLAND. Last night we watched Supersize me, the McDonalds will kill you documentary, and Taylor ate during the entire movie. Well that movie is backwards because all I could think about all day today is McDonalds and I oddly got crazy insane for food. So here I sit, sick in pain having just eaten pizza and french fries, who does that? ... I think I might be broken!