Last night, somewhere in Northern Virginia, Corrie became mysteriously ill a few minutes after 9pm. As she tried to shake off the feelings of unease, she realized it could only be one thing:

Someone was being disgustingly cute.

So when am I the person to ever let things sit? I'm in my room last night, and if my mom had walked in, well, we won't go there. I'm listening to the Lamb CD Jacob had loaned me over the weekend, staring at the pictures Mike had taken of us walking on the rain unnoticed, and cuddling with the items of clothing I had appropriated from Jacob's room, and realized that I didn't want to go to sleep the same way I did the night before.

Yeah, I have to be at work at 7am. It was only 8:30.

So I drove down to Tech, and after being I think the only one on 81 driving slow enough to not be considered for reckless driving, I meet Jacob at his apartment (not without Mike driving beside us as we're walking in, playing music more fit for a sappy romance movie.) I think we've gotten things figured out. We'll both be working to make things better.

Plus, we're really good at being cute. Sorry Corrie. :-)

Song of the Day: Lamb - "Gorecki" www.lambstar.net