major whining

So its just about 10pm. Carl is not home. He left the house at 6am. Yes, that certainly sucks for him, but I'm a bit annoyed as well. I had planned an evening of paper-writing and DWTS at Brooke's. I thought for sure that Carl would be home by 8ish so that I would have at least had someone to talk to (especially since he has been working 6 day weeks for the past 2+ months). But he's not home. So i'm here, 3 pages into my paper, alone and ready to go to bed. Momentary pity party for me. This has been one sucky semester.