Sometimes it really is the little things that get you through the day. Yesterday when I got home from work, I was sitting on the couch, eating my pre-workout peanut butter toast when I got an e-mail. It was Facebook (ugh, I know), telling me my little brother had written something on my wall.
Now, I'd try to explain to y'all what he wrote, but you'd think I was a weirdo or something. Not that you don't already think I'm a weirdo. But still. It was one of those random, blast-from-the-past things we used to talk about when we were kids. I nearly fucking choked on my toast. I was in tears from laughing so hard. Sweet fucking Christ, he totally made my day.
I forwarded the message on to my sister. She called me at 10:15, crying because she was laughing so hard. For a minute, I thought something was horribly, horribly wrong. Turns out he made her day and her call kinda made my day again. It was kinda just what I needed after a shit-ass fucking day at work.
Today was better maybe because of that and also because I had that hello-make-out-session with The Boy I Currently Like to look forward to when I got home from work. I swear, it was the only thing that kept me sane. Of course, it wasn't just the making out. I always have fun with him. We watched Tom and Jerry and laughed our asses off like little kids. We got Pizza Luce and watched part of the All-Star Game. It's low-key and low-stress (once he shows up ... I stress until that point because that's what I do) and totally what I need every now and again.
So I made it this far. Only three days left to go.