It's true. I have an end table. The wood doesn't match the rest of the furniture in my room, which is actually a good thing, because I'm using Eric's Power Ranger's towel from when he was a little kid as a drape. It's comforting to look over and see such a little thing there that used to dry his child body. Hopefully next time I come to Caro we can scrounge up some home videos, because, let's face it people, he's adorable. I want to see how his easter egg strategy looked; I want to hold his beautiful hand now and point to his beautiful hands then with a smile overflowing.

It feels good to lay down; I feel like I've been cleaning all day, even though my room still has my suitcase in the middle of it, untouched. And the blue backpack, and the duffle bag, and my empty purse. <--content whereabouts mostly unknown. I'm shaking a little writing this, no idea why. Eric, I love you.

I am mildly (<--you'll understand why that's an understatement soon) putting off my AP English 12 work (school starts August 7th here, the bitches), and instead wrote a paragraph. To what, you'll just have to see.

At ant rate, I'm tired.
I only have three benadryl left, so I better damn well be able to get to sleep tonight...Harry Potter release tomorrow! And senior pictures Thursday, disgusting.

I hope you are all enjoying life to the fullest, have heard of Desktop Tower Defense,
and cherishing those that are immovable from your heart.

Love for Eric,
Danica