passing in the night

Lindsay and I see each other about twice a day: when we wake up, and when we go to bed. Sometimes, we see each other once a day, in the morning. She's working so hard at NYU, reading scads of homework every night, while I am spending as much time as I can (stand) at the Crab, trying to make as much money as I can. After all, there's a wedding and honeymoon to pay for soon.

In the long run it will all be worth it, but in the short run I just miss hanging with the girl.