So I am at work again. And I have a horrible stomach ache. I've been sick all morning. I hate this shit. I swear to god, I just want to feel normal. I want to stop getting sick. I want to stop having to worry about getting sick everywhere I go. It keeps me from doing things. And I hate it. DAMN YOU INTESTINES.. GO TO HELL.

Last night I had a few glasses of wine and ate dinner with my family. Then I went to bed. Text messaged Ray "my bed seems so empty" he wrote back something like I'm sorry babe. So we started conversating on text message where I said if he wanted to come over last night after he was done drinking I would take today off. So then I'm like nah I really need to go to work so I say just have fun tonight and we will hang out tomorrow. And he writes I'm sorry babe.. again. And I'm like sorry for what? Because he wanted to come over and cuddle and he feels bad that he isnt going to be able to.

So adorable.

So I told him I wanted a late night drunk phone call. He calls me at 2am. For some reason my phone was open and on my bed next to my ear so it startled me when it rang. I guess he had text messaged me earlier and I was trying to get it, but ended up passing back out first.

So he calls and he's like are you sleeping? And of course I am. So we talk for a little bit. And he was like I know you wanted a drunk phone call, but I'm not drunk yet but I didnt want to wait till too late. And I said thank you. Talked for a little bit longer then we hung up.

Then this morning he text messaged me good morning sweetie. I messaged him back.. go to bed.

I dont know whats going on anymore. But its deffinetly making me smile. And thats all that matter right now.