Ehhhh

This post has no purpose..I'm just venting.


It's 8:30...and I'm just getting back in the house. Q called to say he was starving and coming over as soon as he was off work and could I please go to his favorite restaurant and pick up his favorite meal.


SIGH.


He knew I was sick when he asked me (although I did kind of down play how well I'm not feeling...he had a bad day...I didn't want to make him feel worse), but he asked anyway. So I got in my car (in the rain) and drove 7 miles (Yes I counted...well my gps did) and picked up the meal. I really just wanted to crawl under the covers and watch Ugly Betty and Grey's and sip some hot tea. But no...I have to be a good girlfriend- (no we're not official ...because I don't want to be..but it sure it does feel like it) and make sure he at least has food to come home to after working a 14 hour day.


And yes...he would do the same thing for me....actually he's done the same thing for me plenty of times. He even brings groceries when he sees my fridge getting empty (which is quite often).


I say all this to say...absolutely nothing...like I said..I just wanted to vent. It made alot more sense in my head.


Ps. I'm so sick..I drove past my place...twice.