Last night, at least, I fell asleep at ten and was able to stay unconscious until three. But after that, there I was, lying awake in the wee small hours of the morning, watching the clock and feeling the rise and fall of Corb's breathing. In the living room, I could hear Thumbkin, tearing apart the place.
Finally, I got up ahead of Corb and got ready to go to work. It was actually nice to get in to work at 6:30 in the morning, and I'm thinking of trying to do it at least once a week. I really felt on top of things today.
Last night, Corb and I talked about these weird feelings that we've both been getting, that something bad is going to happen. That the other shoe is about to drop. I hope not, and I especially hope that it doesn't involve us, because I really love the guy with all my heart, and I love the life that we've created.
On a totally unrelated note, Ashley and Corb forced me to watch the all-musical Seventh Heaven the other night. What an utter load of crap that was! Did anyone else catch it? My God, didn't they actually listen to these people sing before they started shooting footage? It was more like hell than heaven.