Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I texted Michael before going to bed, letting him know I had a headache and was laying down, and that I was shutting off my phone. When I woke there was a text asking if I was awake, and a voicemail that told me he was going to the hospital, that was was hard to make out because he was crying. I called him back; his father had a heart attack; he's ok, but is being kept in the room right next to the one where Michael's grandmother died last summer. Michael is at home now. He took tomorrow off of work. He thanking me for a note that I left him at the apartment when I left. He's been watching Roseanne and decorating one his farms on Farm Town which he's called "Our Private Life", which is meant to be our home together.

My headache is gone for now, but I don't know if it's gone for good. I don't know if I should sleep more, or try to wake up more. If I wake up more I could go visit Michael; give him a hug; be with him. But he told me the roads are really bad and that he doesn't expect me to be there tonight, though he also said I'd be welcome.

I'm hungry. Perhaps I could get LC on the way to Michaels? We'll see.

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