He was there! And he talked to me (again)! We’re facebook friends now. That means he’s real, and not some elliptical machine-induced hallucination at the gym.

Seriously, talking with that gorgeous man makes my fucking day.

My laundry is almost done for the week, and it’s only 1pmish. And my cooking for the first half of the week is on the stove at the “eh, leave it alone to cook for awhile stage.”

This day is kicking ass so far. I’m adulting like a fucking boss. Hot damn!