Spent the night at Anthony's the other night.
I don't feel comfortable in that house any more.
We spent hours in the spa with his brother Andrew.
We saw three shooting stars.
Anthony kept making me laugh and sink.
Our fingers got all repulsive from the wrinkles.
We spent an hour playing the flooting game in the dark.
He floated, I laid on top. We sank. Repeat.
Later, Anthony and I did a lot of talking.
He is getting along great with his boyfriend.
Maybe he has finally let the relationship grab hold.
It was my turn.
The topics were centered around my stress, recent emotions, and complications.
He listened this time.
It was nice.
We giggled ourselves to sleep around 600am.
I feel so bleh.
I'm too busy.
Sunday is going to be hell.