January 10, 2002 :: 2:18 a.m.
it's freezing cold in the studio
Today rocked. Well, technically
yesterday rocked, but I haven't gone to bed yet so in my mind it's not Thursday yet. I went over to Adam's this morning and we hung around for a while, trying to decide what to do. I started feeling really ill, so we sort of took a nap. I know that sounds weird, but yes, we took a nap. Or at least I did. He just let me lay on him and cuddled with me and stroked my hair and confirmed his status as the most wonderful boyfriend ever. It made me feel a bit better, but I'm still kind of nauseous and achy, so maybe I'm getting sick or something. Anyway... you know the Zelda action I mentioned in the last entry? Well I got some here this morning, before I went to his house, but I didn't get any there. I did get some real action, though, so I'm definitely not complaining. Action is good.
For the rest of the night, we played SSX Tricky. "The rest of the night" meaning 6 1/2 hours. I'm now obsessed with it and must get it for Playstation 2. We got the four gold medals you need to play as Kaori, and I LOVE HER. She is the cutest thing I have ever seen. I think Adam was a little freaked out by how much I wanted to play as her. I don't know why it would surprise him - she's a little Japanese girl, for crying out loud! I have to be her. There is no other way.
I can't believe I just said "for crying out loud." That's such an... older person thing to say. Like my grandma.
I'm in a weird mood. Even though today was great, it kind of made me sad. Adam leaves in four days. Four days. I was all teary-eyed and blubbering on the way home tonight; by Sunday I may need therapy. No joke. I'm not going to talk about this anymore right now. I'm sure there will be too many entries about it soon enough.
Oh, yeah - I almost died tonight. I was going up the ramp to get on 81 south, and my car spun out hardcore on some ice. When I got it to stop I was maybe a foot from the guardrail. Okay, so maybe I wouldn't have died, but it still scared the shit out of me. My car is basically a tin can on wheels; impact of any sort would probably disfigure it beyond recognition. It was also making this weird noise tonight, sort of a clicking. And I had just under a half tank of gas when I left Adam's house, but now it's nearly empty. My house is scarcely 20 miles from Adam's - it shouldn't have used up nearly that much gas. Grrr. My car is a crack head. I think it may die soon.
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