"Oooooooooooooooo, I can do crossword puzzles in the dark now."
*blank look*
"I'm excited about that."
*blank look* "Ok. So that's good then."
He likes me, even if he never really understands me.
A childhood friend looked me up on myspace! I'd actually tried to find her a few months ago, with no luck, and now she found me!
After 17 years, I recognized her instantly.
This morning one of the engineers called me "Poet of his heart." I have no idea what that means, really, but it's sweet.
And I'm eating leftover chicken wings from On The Border.
All's right with the world.
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