You (really) don't know what you've got till it gone...

I miss my brother Alan.
I miss my house.
I miss my own bed.
I miss Jim.
I miss playing my Level 39 priest on World of Warcraft.
I miss playing my hunter and her pet boar, Boaris.
I miss my witch friend Stephanie and our cigarette breaks to gossip.
I miss filet mignon and dipping bread from Crazy Johnnie’s.
I miss taking my lunch hour at Lakeside Mall, and maybe, just maybe, buying something.
I miss eating boiled crabs or fried oysters. Mmm…
I miss having a car that does not have my “stinky” possessions hauled around inside of it.
I miss all of my stuff, like CD's and pictures, that are scattered among family and friends houses.
I miss dating, or the possibility of it.
I miss having someone to stalk, b/c the internet is just boring otherwise. (Except for WOW of course!!!)
I miss my sofa and my TV. I don’t even remember what I used to watch on what day now!
I miss washing my dishes in my own damn sink.
I miss attempting to cook in my kitchen.
I miss my flower garden. It now grows shingles and nails.
I miss my newly painted “Quiet Nights” blue computer room.
I miss whatever meat that I never got to cook in my freezer.
I miss eating a meal that a fly or gnat does not land on.
I miss my Irish dance class on Mondays.

Damn you Katrina, I’ll never be able to Riverdance now!