Sometime in the future, Sam still doesn't have a point to his entries
So apparently I punched Nate in the face last night. I was, I don't know, sleep flailing I guess. I really hope he doesn't end up with a black eye or broken nose or something. That could be awkward to explain.
Really, I'm surprised it hasn't happened before now. Unless it has and that's why every relationship before this has ended and no one had the guts to tell me...
At least Dustin always gives me the cold shoulder if I accidentally kick him off the bed. Until I go near the kitchen, then he's my best friend again.
I'm off to Chicago on the weekend! For the first time in, well, years. And it's for a wedding too so I get to drink lots of champagne, fight dirty for the bouquet and then get carried home. Can't wait!