4:20am.. Or... Is it Friday yet?

4:20am.....

There's only one good reason for being awake at 4:20am.. Ok.. Two if you're a pot smoker.. But essentially, one.

A woman..

So.

I'm awake at 4:20, and its not because of a woman, its because my house-guest perfunctorally decided that turning down my air-conditioner meant turning *OFF* my airconditioner (but leaving the fan running) so I woke up at 3:30am to waves of ungodly heat.

Ok.. It probably wasn't more than like 75 degrees, but thats completely unacceptable to someone used to sleeping in a meat locker.

And you know whats worse? Its 4:20 (4:23am now), and since I'm awake, I'm thinking about the fact that my lovely Zahrah isn't around for me to talk to. Nor is anyone else. Which leads to a very long stretch of time where I'm *BORED* senseless, and thinking about the fact that in oh... 32 hours or so she'll be here. Which is a pleasant thought, but makes my arms and heart all achy to be holding her.

Tell me why I thought it was a good idea to go back to Portland for a week? Oh yeah, thats right... So I could miss her!

Yes, that was the logic... No.. I don't have to make sense.. Sod off.

Ok ok.. Convaluted logic time. We were seriously kicking around the idea of moving in together to begin with. But as you doubtless understand, we were a little leary (just a little) because of how quickly things are moving. So, I decided, after 2 weeks of staying up there, I was going to go back to Portland while waiting for word on a job I applied for up there. Some time apart to think it through ya understand.

I was ready to come home Friday morning. Waking up without her next to me was all I needed to convince me home is where my Zahrah is.

So..

As we've been asking people all week.

Is it Friday yet?