Let’s just say I didn’t feel a thing. All the music sounded like dubstep, and I had quite a few epiphanies throughout my operation.
Also: they gave me plenty of painkillers to last me a while, so I’ve been drugged up since I left yesterday.
Dane and I resolved all of our problems, and he came to pick me up last night from Mom’s. We went back to the apartment, took a super long shower, and laid down to go to bed. I woke up at least ten times throughout the night with a giant pool of drool on my face and Dane’s chest. But I was so drugged up that I just wiped it off and went back to sleep.
Needless to say he made fun of me all morning. “I obviously must love you if I’m letting you drool all over me.”
I missed my boyfriend. Spending the day with him and his dad tomorrow!
who kicked ass in all her classes today, is an incredibly amazing girlfriend, knows how to handle financial issues, can put her emotions away and focus on what’s important, buy nice things for herself, and so forth?