At 2:00 a.m., I was clocking out from work when I got a call on my cellphone. It was Dantzel. After interrogating her why she was still up so late, she explained that she had just woken up from a bad dream involving me and called me several minutes later. We talked as I walked home, and then we met up and after finding out she was more than awake and probably wouldn't go back to sleep for a while, we went to Denny's and had some food before walking back and sitting down on the ground and just talking for about an hour and a half about lots of different things, ranging from the silly to the very serious.
I had my day all planned out, hoping to wake up at 10:00 a.m. after going to sleep immediately after work and running several errands. Now, it looks like my plans have been somewhat derailed. And yet, I really don't care.
Such are the hazzards of having a girlfriend.
Edit: It turns out that not everybody loves Transformers (mature language involved). Good.
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