It suddenly dawned on me why I feel freaked out today. No, it’s not the Jeep repair bill that’s looming over my head. It’s separation anxiety. Generally every Friday evening “Evil” is over for beer and movies. But tonight I will traveling to A-ville to meet up with some friends and hang out over there. These aren’t people he knows so I doubt he would go even if he had been invited. I have a Friday night without the “Evil” around and that should be a good thing. But, I can’t help think that I would much rather be with him than with my other friends (please don’t take offense other friends who read this). Separation anxiety. I am experiencing separation anxiety over someone who doesn’t give a shit.