tiredThe weekend was okay, but not really better. Stephen and I got into an argument Friday night. He didn't tell me what about until tonight. He's worried because he's been awfully sick here lately. I stayed home because he had pissed me off since he wouldn't tell me why he was being such a bastard toward me. Saturday, we loaded up and went to Matt & Nikki's for Valentine's. Got to see the pictures of the baby too. ^_^ They're havin' a girl. Shanley. Told 'em I'm gonna spoil my best friend's child as much as I can (without making her too unruley of course). She's going to be adorable! I can just see Matt and Nikki with children (Yes it's plural, Matt. Children). I don't see myself with any though. I'm a motherly person and all, but children frustrate me too much.
So today Stephen calls me and tells me that we need to talk. My first thought is, "Oh my god, what have I done?" I figured he was gonna tell me that things weren't working. I don't know why I was so afraid. Probably because of the arguments we've been having lately. But no. He's freakin' out thinking he's dying. He's got good reason though, or so says he. He's really scaring me though. I don't like that. I got here and he was asleep so we haven't had a chance to really talk about it. I think he's overreacting, but I'm not going to tell him that just yet.
I can't think of anything else to type right now. I'm kinda in a numb mode. I guess I'll get to bed...
--lj
