Nearly two hours later at seven o'clock he stumbled out of the bedroom. Last night was Star Trek night, which left us an hour to scrounge up meal (take-out Chinese again ... his choice) and get home in time to watch the new episode. Not exactly the romantic evening I'd hoped for, but at least it was quality couch-potato time. You take what you can get.
Magnetic Poetry Creation for the Day
I was my spring
am my summer
will grow to be my winter
you can be my sun
through the seasons you choose
but I will always be my earth.
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Tonight I am on my own ... The Professor has class, and has already warned me that he is going to be too busy to have dinner before he leaves. He hinted that he wouldn't mind having dinner with me when he gets home, but I hate going to bed with a full stomach, and waiting until he gets back means dinner at ten. Valentine's Day or not, I think I'm going to take a pass on a late dinner.