Kristin and I have spent a lot of nights together. We don’t always sleep a lot. This isn’t bragging, it’s a timing thing.
I think that I’m becoming sick.
I hate saying, “I am sick.”
This makes it almost a definate. I think that I may be getting better. I’m coughing and sniffling a lot. I am supposed to be the super hero, after all.
My left thumbnail hurts from scraping coconut out of a shell. The coconut was so good, however, that it’s still worth it.
Kristin and I weren’t sure when our seperate evenings would end. Therefore, she’s staying at her place tonight. She says I need my sleep. I flopped back and forth and then made a “stand” on the issue. It was hard, and I felt a little silly. It was probably the right thing.
Granted, I sleep more when she’s not around, but sleep is overrated in some cases. I want to kiss her forehead, snuggle.
Sleep is good. Focus on that.
I’ll call her before I sleep.
Forget ME, I’ll bet we make a lot of other people sick.