Hell, you guys should be used to that!

I've been dreaming about him on a regular basis. Last night was rather weird, and I missed him so so much this morning. We were in a swimming pool with a dog that used to be my dog, Chako. His girlfriend was there and god I wanted her to go away. I ended up putting her on a train and the train left while I was still on it, and chris called my cell and said he didn't want to go back that night and wanted to stay in Vancouver, and that made me really happy, in the dream.

And of course I wake up missing him and thinking, wow, what if...

I'm all confused. I hate it. And now I get to go to work. Yay work.