Every once in a while, I think that I'll just stay home and write, or read a novel, or go out to the mall or something, but as soon as I've taken my shower and gotten dressed after a run around the lake on Monday, I'm on the phone. I wouldn't know what to do with my day, if I didn't hang out with Lee. The staff at On the Border is starting to get to know us, as well. Lee eats there much more regularly than I do, but today, we got two Cokes delivered along with our bowl of nacho chips. I don't know if it makes me feel good or bad that we're that predictable.
Relationships are funny things.
While I've been writing this, Jasper and I have been IMing. He said he didn't mind, but we just went on chatting for another half hour, until I whimpered about him not being here again. I feel guilty for making you miss out on so much sleep, but if you still want to, I'd be thrilled. But you have to promise not to look into my kitchen or office, as they're both pigstys. Basically, he thought he'd be too wiped out to make it here, and didn't want to risk falling asleep on the drive up.