Late night stream of consciousness

August 3, 2010 at 1:33 am
filed under life, love, my guy, saving the world 9-5
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I just spent hours, all day (when I wasn’t blogging), working on data retrieval and entry for a deadline tomorrow. I’d been putting it off and putting it off for months, and it only took me a few days to do, really. Every moment was pure torture, but at least it’s done. My fear is that the evil person on the receiving end of these reports (NOT my boss, but a consultant) will reply to me with questions or in need of more information. That person makes my heart burn with desire never to communicate with that person again. But I guess that’s why they call it work.

It’s 1:20 a.m. and I’m dying of tiredness. Drake has been in bed for a couple hours and all I can think of is how much I love him. He and I used to stay up late chatting online, and the night hours never fazed us. “Staying up ’til dawn won’t take its toll ’til we get old, and drinking is just a way to keep away the cold, and you know what it means to be true and searching like me.” There is some Ben Lee for you. A very romantic song, “Birthday Song,” perhaps too cheesy for most, but I’ve loved it for years.

Honestly when I think about this man, I can’t believe how lucky I am. Every single thing he does is unbelievable. Today he cleaned the kitchen, cooked me dinner while washing and waxing my car, then he vacuumed the inside of it, and then he mowed the front and back yards. And he set up the sprinkler to automatically water my potted plant while we’re gone this weekend so that it will be happy when we get home. And then, while tinkering online, he taught himself how to do something new on a website — something with ajax that allows a box to chase itself all around the frame of the window. He’d laugh if he saw me describe it like that, but that’s all I know. I listen to what he says, but he says it smarter than I do. He fixes things that are broken, hangs mirrors and cabinets and framed art for me, buys me presents for no reason, treats me when we go out, never yells at me, picks up after me, encourages me to do better, tolerates my horrible, terrifying habits. And of course I’m scared he’ll wake up one morning and realize that he could have any girl on earth. But for some inconceivable reason, I feel secure in the fact that he loves me back. It’s too good to be true, but I hope it isn’t. He asked me to live in his wonderful house. It’s perfect. The neighborhood is perfect and even his cat is perfect. I’m sorry, I’m just in love up to my eyeballs. There is no better man for me and I’m so thankful I could cry. There is no better man period.

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