I'm a sucka at bedtime.

He asked me last night what I really thought about him moving. I sat there and smiled, and told him it was a good thing because I know he needs more space than what he has right now. He told me, "look in my eyes and say that". I couldn't. I cried instead. Maybe it was because I was sleepy so it was hard to fight it off. I wasn't crying all loud and theatrical. I scared myself, because I'm not a cryer. I almost thought I'd gotten away with it because I wiped my face hella quick. But he'd already seen me. I think he hugged me until it was time for him to go to work. He's still moving, of course. But it touches me that he actually cares what I feel in regards to his decisions. He leaves for work at 9:00 p.m. So after he's gone to work, I promptly take my ass to bed. I mean, what else is there to do, right? Right. Ain't shit else to do other than eat, and I ate up all my chicken. I coulda made some of his Top Ramen and Fake-Ass-Crab-Meat suprise, but I opted outta that one. I hop in the bed and the celly rings. This is the cell phone I usually dont answer, because my Ex'es call it a lot. But the Ol' schools have this number too. I'm sleepy as hell but I answer it, and it's my main one that I love like an Auntie. I call her Auntie too. Anyways, she heard what went down Sunday and she's all heated. So she said she's gonna take care of it. I know she will, she's a rough one to deal with. That's why she's my favorite. For some reason she took to me back when I was broke in a Hyundai Excel and she's been my homie ever since. I broke it down exactly what the hell happened and why I was going to put the Journey off (again) until next year. Of course I couldn't stand my ground on that decision because I WAS SLEEPY. But she wasn't having it anyway. So I suppose that means I'm going through with it anyway (no need for bloodshed just yet, GC, LMAO). In the words of the homie aforementioned, I'll keep y'all posted on that. Good looking out on the well wishes and advice too. Well I came to work early today so I could actually do some work. I guess that's what I'm supposed to be doing here, anyway. Therefore, I hereby mandate that all those under my rule (uh... that means y'all) work hard and be productive today (or at least pretend really hard like I usually do). Also, I am accepting all tribute and taxes in the form of Big Red soda today and Red Vines licorice (NOT TW.IZZLERS! Don't get it twisted, please! And I have my macaroni, so today should be relatively wrathless). I believe that is all. The Queen has mandated it, and it shall be so.