Stayed in last night. Got home from work and Carmin was in a surprisingly good mood, not at all sullen or stand-offish. When eventually conversation turned to the subject, she said it really doesn't phase her anymore, which was good to hear, but also kind of a back-handed statment, in a way. Anyways, we had some dinner, and lamented nothing being on the three television channels we get at the moment, had a cigarette, then ended up going across the street to the 711 for an ice cream cone (which was totally bad, I know.) and cigs. Stood on the porch a bit, then watched How I Met Your Mother. That is a really funny show, as I'd always heard it was. After that we watched an episode of Sunny from the boxset, God, I love that show. It is so incredibly wrong in parts, just so fucked up in its humour, but I love it. After the one episode, though, we were both ready for bed, so at about quarter of ten, I hit the sack. Texted back and forth with Nick for a little bit, it killed me not to see him, especially after he told me what a shitty day he'd had, and if I hadn't already been in bed and practically comatose, I would have gone out to meet him. I told him I was sorry I wasn't coming out and he said him, too, but atleast there's Ottobar tonight. When I woke up around 5, I saw that he'd texted me just before 2, saying he'd tell me today what just happened to him, I tried texting him then, but he must have been asleep, so maybe I'll try him on lunch or when I get out of work. I wonder what went on?

I slept so good, and this morning, I totally could have kept going. Going to call Dad and see if they want to have dinner today, if not, I'm off home maybe for a nap or unpacking, then Two For Tuesdays. I will be so glad to see him later.