Tonight and the rest of my life
The past weekend, I spent most of my hours with my boyfriend making trips from Hamilton to Toronto, Toronto to Waterloo, Waterloo to Toronto and then back to Hamilton again. I don't know how he does it, but I witnessed him falling asleep on the wheel twice. Went to Waterloo for a friend's twentieth birthday - hope he had fun, even though him puking led him to getting kicked out of the club by 11:30.
This was probably the perfect weekend I had since forever and won't have for awhile. Drowning myself in books for the next three weeks does seem fun. Picked up a little gift for him (though it probably still isn't as sweet as the jar of stars he folded me). "A Lovely Love Story" by Edward Monkton has got to be the sweetest little book about dinosaurs ever.