I’ve had a really stressful couple of days. My mom’s in the hospital and thankfully it’s nothing serious but we thought it was and I had flashbacks of my dad all over again and it was just awful for a while.

I was crying in the car when I thought something was wrong with her and then Chris says, “Look… pigs,” and I looked up and we were stopped so these two little spotted piglets could cross the road and I just burst out laughing at the sight of them and at that point I somehow knew she’d be ok. Pigs man, like what the fuck?

I really wanna say something about something exciting but I’m not allowed but it makes me really happy.

Apparently coffee does have an effect on me. I am so not sleepy. But we had a really great dinner at La Cantina tonight.

We have a bag full of pommeracs at home and I am going to destroy them tomorrow along with that Julie mango

I’ve had to teach my phone how to spell y’all. I guess it’s a Yankee phone.

I think one of the reasons I love being awake at night while Chris is asleep is because I really enjoy the experience of curling up with him in bed and I just love being awake to enjoy it. I sometimes feel cheated when I wake up for having slept through it.