dolari | I want a waffle sundae, give me my carbs.

Wow, Yesterday was a bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad day. So bad, in fact, that I gave myself a stress headache like you wouldn't believe, cramped up my neck badly, spent my breaks in a black room with no light just tyring to Get Away and then made a fool of myself trying to get home. I ended up pulling Dean out of bed to pick me up, despite the fact that he only had a few hours asleep AND (I found out later) a badly bruised back.

I felt like a heel for getting him out of bed, I felt like a heel when I found out Dean's back was hurting. I felt like a heel all around.

The reason Dean and I remain frends even after our breakup is because he really knows who I am, and what I'm about. He saw how bad I felt, and put a positive spin on it, and had me laughing before the we even got home. My friends often ask "Why do you stick around him? He's not your boyfriend anymore." My reply is "Because he's still my best friend."

Then the calvary came to save me. I called home asking how much the repair for my truck would cost, and ended up with them making a Quick Trip to Austin to drop off an extra vehicle.

::blink::

Our relationship has always been a bit strained, especially since coming out, but within minutes of my call - they were on their way with an extra car for me to drive.

Although now I feel like a heel again, since while I was out, Dean became ill at work, and I wasn't here to pick him up. Especially after what he did yesterday.

Well, the day can't be all roses...but in all, it was a good day.