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Ah, well.

  I don’t like the days when I don’t have anything to say.
The thoughts haven’t made their way to my fingertips yet;

                            ..waiting..

I still haven’t learned my lesson: I shouldn’t write for an imaginary audience.

But. Isn’t no audience still an imaginary one?

  So, here goes: I’m lonely.
  Not wah-I-don’t-have-any-friends lonely or
      pity-me-I-need-a-man lonely.

I have neither no friends nor need for a man. (I hate double negatives)
But as she drives to surprise him in Maine, I can’t help but be a little jealous and a little sad that she has someone whose face lights up.