For me, it's almost the reverse: in the morning, I have so much to look forward to: a good day at work, seeing people, having fun. And then I come home to the house we picked out, which was too big for two people to begin with, much less one lonely guy. I'll often get home, change out of work clothes, and have a little cry.
I'll survive, and I know it--and my house, after my sister and parents have helped me make it really beautiful--well, I'm looking forward to showing it off to someone new after I recover. But right now it's just so phenomenally lonely.
