I woke up from my pleasant slumber this morning to a radio wailing and screaming at me to get out of bed. So tired. I pulled on some clothes, brushed my hair and teeth (though not with the same brush), picked up my bag and left. My car was cold as I waited for Phil to leave his house. We went to Caribou. I got hot chocolate. No matter how much I like what I get, I can only finish half of it.

In second hour we had work time. I sat down next to my desk on the floor, rested my forehead on my knees, and went to sleep. I wouldn't have been so tired if I hadn't stayed up all night on the phone with James.

I took a nap when I got home today instead of working on my history. After dinner, my mom came into my room to give me something, then she said to me. "I know you're probably not at this point in your relationship yet, but I saw you and Andy kiss yesterday, and it occurred to me to tell you this. If you come to the time when you might need birth control, you can come to me, I'm not like my mom where sex is a complete sin. I want you to feel comfortable in asking me, instead of taking a chance. Oh, and it was so cute to see you kiss." I was floored. Andy and I are definately not at that point yet, and I severely doubt that we will get to that point, but damn my mom is cool.

And now I am crying over feelings I cannot express, stress I cannot handle, and things that will never be.

a new piece melted @12:01 a.m.