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i hate this hour of the morning.
it's too late to go to sleep, far too early to be awake.
something feels like it crawled into my mouth and died there. not to mention my stomach.

oh well, at least i finished my paper.
i wish i could stop being last-minute-girl though.
it's getting wearing.

now it's off to the showers for me.
studying for a quiz when i get home, and then writing another paper due friday. sigh.
maybe seeing my love. he is just the best thing ever. i don't think i say that enough. i've noticed in talking about him, or referring to him, i'm frequently afraid of letting my feelings show, even if they do leak out over the sides on occasion.
leak out? who am i kidding? read that as overflow.
anyways, i don't think i say it enough.
he is so amazing, and i'm deeply and eternally grateful for every day that lets him be in it.
i think the reason i try not to let myself go is that i'd gush like a thirteen year old all the time if i did.

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LOVE YOU!!!

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love you too baby. I'll come up this evening and rub your shoulders and huggel you and stuff. hang in there m'love.