Fear the Crab

I woke up and my body felt like it was sunk halfway into the bed. My arms and legs were inert and I doubt they would have responded had I wished them to. It was the best feeling I’ve ever had upon waking up, and it made me go back to sleep for another hour and a half. Perhaps my body was completely relaxed, and if that’s the case, I want it to happen again.

George had a date this evening with two people he met while at work. Depending on their mood, they either went to Duke’s for a bite to eat, or maybe TGIFridays. I’ll get an opportunity to ask him on Wednesday.

Went over to Maile’s house after work, and it was time well-spent. Even though to others it would look like we weren’t doing anything, simply being there was important. A part of me misses the old days where I could spend most of the week with her. Yet there’s another part of me that thinks this haphazard schedule may prove a blessing in disguise, since by seeing less it makes each moment all the more special.

I have to get to bed early, so I can wake up in time for my hair cut appointment. I’m going to go for the buzz-look again.