2:25 AM

Sometimes I get really lucky.
I thought today was going to be awful when I first woke up. I couldn't sleep all last night because I kept thinking about Dylan being in my apartment, and I couldn't even begin to focus on work. I thought it would be awful, and the day was awful, but the night wasn't.
Alex and I drove until we ran out of gas, and Stephen, who punched Tony in my honor when we were in sixth grade, had to pick us up from the Air Force base. We ran into Amy and her mother.
Then we got gas, got coffee, went back to his house and got stoned. Neither of us had seen "Edward Scissorhands" in such a long time, and it was disappointing to think of how it has been mass-marketed, but the overall effect of the line of husbands' cars pulling into their individual driveways shut us up.
On the drive back to my parents' house, we agreed that our night had had the potential to turn sour many times, and we agreed we were grateful it had stayed an adventure.