Boys make everything so complicated, BUT he's talking to me again and we're having actual normal conversations, so that's a definate plus.
I just need to remember that happy conversations or no, knowing that I can't sleep much past 8, staying up until 3 am to do so is a bad plan. I was so tired yesterday that I skipped supper entirely (having eaten brunch, at least) and went to bed around 9:30.
Sometimes I feel ridiculous, like getting home from volunteering last night and finding out I had blue crayon on my face. Then, of course, I remember my major and realize that in my field, crayon on my face is a badge of merit.