fool me once
Thursday: boyfriend was distracted and I felt frustrated.
Friday: felt frustrated and went out drinking; told the boy we'd talk during my drive.
Saturday: boy goes to cookout. He never mentioned cookout. Aparently he goes every year, though. I was dissapointed.
All we have are words on the telephone, and I asked him to please understand how much I need his words for our connection.
Sunday he talked me down through Indiana with a serious intention on making up for Thursday-Saturday.
We're the cutest in-love couple *ever*.
In Chicago I just nestled into a pub with my old friend and swapped stories.
Sunday morning I saw a lake, ate the pizza, and then saw Fahrenheit 9/11.
An excellent Fourth celebration.
The movie made me cry, and it made me feel sort of helpless.
Can Kerry make that much of a difference?
He'd at least be something different to listen to.
For the two hours Mike talked to me as I drove through northern/central Indiana there were constant fireworks all around me. It was serene and surreal and I loved it. He was sitting on his porch, and I could here fireworks in South Carolina as we spoke, and they were coupled with my visual-with-no-sound of fireworks in Indiana.
Last night I dreamed I miscarried twins, but then later had a healthy baby girl who fell asleep on my chest.
Yesterday I used the rental car to run some errands before it needed to be returned, then met with my boss. We did some work and then talked for *hours*.
I'm thinking that maybe when he considers who to take on full-time in a funded position in the fall, he might think fondly of the girl he can pass hours with in friendly conversation.
And I feel "done" writing now.