Deep Inside My Thoughts

Danyale’s spring break started Friday, and as expected,she’s going to spend 90% of it with Me. This will probably be the closest thing we’ve come to living together yet. And, so far, it’s been good.

I headed up to Highland Thursday to spend the night with her. Oddly enough, I got stopped by a small-town cop for having a tailight out, and he was actually much nicer than I would have thought. After stoping at McDonalds for some food for Danyale, I got to her school, came inside, ate, and went to bed pretty quickly. Since she has a twin sized bed, I’m not usually very comfortable in her dorm room, but I actually fell asleep pretty damn quickly that night. But, I still woke up every single time I had to switch sides or roll over in the middle of the night.

I woke up about fifteen minutes before she got out of class, but lounged around in bed until she came in. There’s something about her waking me up that’s just magical sometimes. I love seeing her face being the first thing I see in the morning. God, I love this girl. We threw all her stuff in the car (only four baskets/bags this time!) and started down the road.

We both were kinda hungry, so we ended up getting Arby’s as soon as we got to Topeka, and after eating, ended up taking a nap together. It was nice catching some zzz’s before work.

Work was hell Friday, but Danyale down makes it all worth it. After I got off, we headed to Wal-Mart to get some much needed food for Me. I don’t think I’ve really gone grocery shopping since I’ve moved here. I mean, I’ve had Pizza Rolls and other misc. things, but never has my fridge been this full.

My father actually was kind enough to buy me a microwave when he was out here, so at last, I could a much wider range of food to ‘cook’. Oddly enough, most of the stuff that Danyale and I picked out, wasn’t nukeable. I mean sure, I got my pizza rolls, french bread pizza, and pot pies; but I also got frozen chicken breast, soup, and ground beef. Supposedly, we’re pan frying hamburgers later this week.

Tonight, is St. Patricks day. I dropped off Danyale at her cousins before I went to work so she could hang out with him. She mentioned she might drink a wee bit, but I really didn’t think she’d get as drunk as she did. I guess the kid had some very cheap, plastic-bottle Whiskey and he gave her like 6 or 7 shots. Personally, I wouldn’t take a single shot from a poor grade whiskey like that. But, she didn’t know better.

So after she comes home with Me, totally drunk and acting all cute and sexy, she starts feeling bad. It get’s even worse after she cooks some Brats for us to eat. Then she says she’s sick, and tired, and is going to bed. God, she looks so cute asleep in my bed. But, I make a mistake: I come to bed, and wake her up.

I woke her up fifteen minutes ago, and she heads to the shower. I can hear her in there moaning and groaning with pain, but she’s just sticking her head underneath the water, her eyes closed, trying to relax. Part of me wishes she’d puke so she feels better, while the other part just wants to hold her and tell her it will be alright. I feel so sorry for this girl I love to be in pain.

We still have another week together, we’ll see what else happens this week.