112709: Perfection.

I came home Tuesday night, texted my baby, ate some VIETNAMESE food, laid down by the fireplace and FELL ASLEEP. My dad woke me up and told me to go to my room, so I blindly and effortlessly made my usual sleep walk to my room. [I've fallen asleep downstairs many times...] I slept in my jeans in my own, queen size bed in my freezing room. My phone vibrated repeatedly throughout the night as I slept, but I ignored all the texts and continued to sleep. Roughly ten hours later, I woke to about 21 missed texts and 3 missed phone calls. It felt so good.

I woke up, returned only my brother's phone call and decided to meet up with him for lunch. When I went outside to get in my car, my dad already moved it to the driveway and washed it for me. I got inside, pulled up my seat and saw that my gas was for once, not siphoned. It felt so good to start the engine. I plugged in my phone charger, plugged in my iPod and drove to Redlands. Spent an hour over ice cream with my little brother and went home. Drove to the San Bernardino train station to pick up my older brother. Went back to Redlands to pick up my little brother. Went to the doctor's in Colton to get a vaccination. Went home to Highland to pick up baby Timmy. Around this time, I decided to reply to texts I deemed worthy of replies. Then I lost my phone to play with Timmy. I have seen my phone for a grand total of about 4 hours this entire break. Love it. But honestly, you can't tell me waking up to my own car, washed and with a tank as full as I remember it, is not the most amazing feeling ever. Well, for the last two months, at least. I love home. I'm going to miss this soooooo much Sunday morning.