Anniversaries and Going Home

I’m not pregnant. I spent $10 on a pregnancy test that told me I wasn’t pregnant. I flipped out the entire night anyway, running scenarios through my head on how I would break the truth to Mike and my parents that I was pregnant. That morning, I got my period. So I am definitely an official neurotic. And I wasted $10.

Yesterday was our one-month anniversary. It fell on a Monday, and we almost never see each other on Mondays. He sent me the sweetest e-mail and scanned in a drawing of a rose that he’d done. We had agrred to just hang out on Wednesday or Thursday and go out to dinner then, when we both had less work. After getting out of work yesterday, I got an IM from Mike and a voicemail on my cell, telling me that he was coming over. Now I loved the fact that he wanted to surprise me and be with me on our anniversary, but I wish he would’ve given me more notice. I had work to do, which didn’t get done. Since it was late (I closed that night) we just went out to Denny’s and hung out, and then went back to my house. He did homework until 4 am and I passed out sometime around 11 o’clock. I woke up when he got into bed, and we snuggled briefly until I passed out again. Not exactly romantic, but I was glad to see him.

In other news…I go home in eight days, thank god. I need home-cooked food, a warm house where I don’t have to worry about the NYSEG bill if I crank up the heat a little bit, and long hot showers.

OK…back to work…