Holy eff I miss this man.

He is in my every dream, and has been for the past week, even though he only left two days ago. At least we can be together there, in my own world, free of continents and distance and goodbyes and all of those bad things.

The sun has not even set yet and I am already in my PJ’s, which is honestly how I prefer to be dressed. If I could, I would wear PJ’s all day long, and I would make it my business to rock the hell out of the look of comfort. Someone needs to preach it, and I don’t mind taking on that responsibility.

I am going to go back to watching Miss Marple and missing my boyfriend now, and will probably hit the sack early. I lead such an exciting life.

I am grateful for: the fact that I am halfway through the week already, fruit, my couch, my relatively tidy apartment, and the fried eggs with tomatoes I will be having for dinner.

And I am also very grateful for this blanket. It is very good when you are cold and sad and just need something warm and safe to snuggle with.