2:00 Tuesday Afternoon   A Beat to Type to Haha, this song is making me type funny. I slept over at Caleb's two nights ago because my dad's friends needed a place to stay. They took chelsea's and my rooms. Chelsea went to Shawnie's, I went to Caleb's. We watched Moulin Rouge, bought ice cream (and then didn't eat it), played with dominoes... He ran off to get a post-it note, folded it up and stuck it on the last domino. I asked him what that was for, he said I'd see. When we knocked the train over, He told me to open the post-it, and on it was written "Kiss!" But his little sister and her friend had come in the room so I fold it back up and stuck it back on the domino, and then we made another domino train to knock over and kiss at. I donno. I thought it was cute. We did a puzzle! It was hard! we spent probably about 2 hours on it! And then we played with a train. And went to his room to watch a movie. And then to sleep. I woke up at 5. At least, I think i woke up. My stomach felt like a half-completed jigsaw puzzle (in grey) and I thought at the time i was awake, but now looking back, I may have been accidentally lucid-dreaming. Put simply, I was in pain. Nausea. I blame doing puzzles the night before for associating my stomach with jigsaw likeness. I thought about it and at the time it made sense but now it's hard to see where that sense lies. Well, I suppose half-asleep girls in pain don't often make much sense. As I was in discomfort, I must have been physically tensing up or trying to move to make myself feel better. In doing so, I woke Caleb up and he asked if I was okay. I said, in so many words, "No." I didn't move, though, and tried to get back to sleep. I agonised for an hour and got up at six. Caleb got up with me. He told me to drink water. He made me tea. He warmed up a buckwheat pillow for me. He sat with me for the better part of two hours. Then we went to watch tv in his room around 8 and ended up napping until 10. It was a lot easier to sleep that time. We worked on a building project with his daddy and around noon took another nap until 3. Then we got up for good and talked about euthanasia and whether or not it would be abused by society until he had to get ready for soccer. When he left for soccer, I left for home. I made myself food. Ramen noodles are the ultimate food. I also had me a bubble bath. ahhh. He came round about 8:30. I saw him come up the drive. He was carrying a bouquet of flowers and a bag of starburst sucks (lollipops. one of my favourite lollies here). We watched a war movie on TV, Captain Corelli's Mandolin, with Penelope Cruz and Nicolas Cage. It didn't get very good reviews but it was kind of interesting. We talked for the rest of the evening, about memories, past relationships, etc. Until I fell asleep on him. He can tell when I've drifted off because apparently I randomly squeeze whatever I'm holding (i.e. his arm). He asked me if I was sleeping and i woke up. I'd been dreaming about school. that load of nonsense about not moving during REM (dream sleep) is obviously innacurate, my hands twitch! he left at 1:45. twelve hours later i miss him already.