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when i got home last

when i got home last night, b was sitting in the computer chair. the fishing trip had ended a day earlier.

and, get this: he missed me.

he missed ME!

im so glad. because i was moping around here missing HIM.

that whole self-esteem-problem thing. you know that one: "i really really miss him and hes out there having the time of his life and completely NOT missing me. probably wondering whats so fun about me after all. fishing is so much more interesting."

you know.

then he took me out on a date. we saw road to perdition. it was pretty good - a bit slow, and i cried in parts. partly because the scene required crying, partly because i was verging on depressed. where tears flow too effortlessly.

but tom hanks was great. the kid was so non-emotive... i couldnt tell if he couldnt act, or if he was his fathers son. and the comparision between the two father-son relationships was quite interesting.

but it was good to spend time - time i wasnt expecting to have - with b.

now lets see if i can get to sleep before 3am, like last night.