“…to what do I owe this gift, my friend?

My life, my love, my soul

Been dancing with the devil way too long

And it’s making me grow old

Let’s leave all this and get away

Get lost in time

Where there’s no reason left to hide

Let’s leave all this and get away

Run in fields of time

Where there’s no reason left to hide

No reason to hide…”

Michael came over last night. Justin and I were moving his room around, and all I heard every five minutes was “Where is Mike?” I’d told Justin that Mike was coming over to help move the dresser, which was in the way from the get-go.

By 9:30p, I just gave up and started moving it by myself. Justin announced we’d work as a team, and started pushing it with me. We finally got it moved enough to get the rest of the room taken care of and get him to bed. Around 10pm.

As I hate physical exertion, as well as disappointment, it’s pretty evident I was relatively pissed off. I went out onto the deck and sat in the cold, smoking and being furious.

The call came just after 10p. He was talking to a friend and lost track of time, but he’s on his way.

Hmph. I was like, don’t bother.

Ooh, our first fight.

=)

We were up late talking, so if I had to calculate the number of hours of sleep I’ve had since Friday night, it would be… oh… not many. Audrey called me today and started the conversation with, “Do you ever sleep?” I feel hollow… Like I’m going to trip, fall flat on my face on the floor, and just sleep for a week.

Mike wants to meet my family. Personally, I think that proves his insanity beyond a reasonable doubt. However, it did make me all squishy inside.

Is he the real deal?

Where is my crystal ball when I need it?

Curious as all hell, still,

michelle