idle hands

Saturday wasn't exactly an A+ day for me. And the poet, bless his poor soul, got the shortest part of the shortest end of that stick.

After only four days in Dallas, I miss my family, am tired of doing nothing, tired of spending all day every day alone until the poet comes over, tired of having nothing to do and no motivation or discipline to come up with anything to do (e.g. school work, housework, general at all work).

Which, lovely enough, resulted in me crying in the middle of IKEA and telling the poet I'd meet him at the car. Which was especially awesome because we'd both been looking forward to going there all week (I'd forced him to put off his visit in order to wait for when I could go, too). Super rad. World's Best Girlfriend 2011.

And, then, proceeded to cry on my sofa and tell him all I wanted to do was quit my job, move back home and spend all day with my family. He ate that ish up, folks. The dude was salivating for more of that stuff.

And, THEN in between tears, I listed off everything I wanted to eat to make myself feel better. (I'm healthy on so many levels, it's disgusting.)

Panda Express
Corn Dogs
Peach Rings
Ice Cream Sandwiches

So the son of a gun went and bought them all.

And I ate Panda Express, ice cream bars and peach rings for dinner and cried because he was being just so incredibly nice to me.

While I fell in and out of sobbing-induced sleep, he cleaned the kitchen, read and book and waited until I crawled my sorry self into my bed before he went home. At one point he may have even said: "I'm sorry for hanging around so long." At which point I may have started crying a bit, again, and told him he could stay as long as he wanted.

Isn't he the luckiest sucker you've ever known?

It all very much reminded me of a song Emiley sent me a while back.



So, I'm thinking time to get my behind in gear and stop spending every day sitting around doing nothing. Seriously. No, seriously.