Hello My Love

Damn I love it when a day turns out good. I mean, aside from this blinding abdominal pain. I woke to a nice thunderstorm, and you all know how great it is to hear one of those while laying in bed. I managed to get in a good hour of swimming inbetween rain showers though. Was very relaxing considering it was a million degrees with 98% humidity. Damn you Great Lakes! Had dinner with my folks, which is always fantastic... my mom definitely knows how to cook. Better add an extra hour of exercise after that fried chicken, mashed potatoes and David Copperfield gravy. I don't know how she makes that gravy, but I swear it's magic. After that I screwed around on the computer for awhile, making my aunt some "vote for me" cards. She's running for President of the Resident Counsel where she lives. I have no idea what that entails, but she's in to it. So finally I decide to go to bed around 3:45am. I always watch television for a bit before going to sleep, so I flipped on the cable box. There he is, my favorite guy, the first image I see on tv, and the first voice I hear. It's about 45 minutes in to The Sixth Day and first thing I hear it "Hello my love." Whoosh! That is 6'5" of pure deliciousness. I just love when a man is taller than me, real life or movieland. I hate being a 6'0" amazon. So anyway, I went to bed watching my fantasy lover, and there's only one thing better than that! The realistic one. Cheers!