getting prematurely depressed

So. I just saw the last of him this afternoon--I have no idea when we'll get together again. The thought gets me down as nothing else could. He's still in the country but I am already getting depressed. Damn.

Oh, and I've had my butt-length cut yesterday. It's now just a little past my shoulder blades. I was in a shock for quite some time after the haircut, but I'm out of my funk now.