I've got a body pillow named Eric.

I've been staying out at my family's home in my hometown b/c my brother is going through a divorce and I really feel I need to be there for him....Nevertheless, I guess my mother found me cuddling with my over-sized body pillow in my sleep and muttering Eric and other loving terms of endearment to it...oh pathetic.  If only I had the nerve to get drunk on a bottle of wine and go out to just jump into a meaningless bed to try to find my validity...oh wait..that's not how you do it if you want to live a life that is accomplished and meaningful.  Alas, I'll kiss many men on the way to something more meaningful I'm sure.  Meh.