dear salty sailor,

when i was a little lassie i would always try to go to bed early before an upcoming, exciting day. i knew that the hours would pass quickly as i slept and said excitement would be here before i could say “a la peanut butter sandwiches.”  this practice would then result in me lying awake, agonzing because i could not, in fact, fall asleep. i would then doze off sometime in the wee hours of the morning only to then wake up late and miss a good chunk of the day i was so looking forward to.

this is basically what is happening as i type.

i’m so over the moon to see you that i can’t seem to settle. and i’m also really bummed because i was all about getting in one last night of diagonal sleeping. a full night. i was gonna use every glorious hour to sleep on every inch of this bed….but nope. i just can’t wait till you’re over there on your side and i’m doing things like poking you in the side so you’ll stop snoring but pretending to be asleep when you are startled. tee he he he.

i’m listening to the band right now and it’s occurred to me that i haven’t been able to properly mourn the death of mr. helm without you. we’re going to have to have a night soon, very soon, dedicated to just that. for some reason, i do need to mourn him but i can’t do it without you. it wouldn’t be proper. not at all.

looking forward to all the things were going to do together, practical and im, starting in just a little over 12 hours.




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