Sleepover

Saturday night after work I went over to the guy at work's apartment just to hang out. White walls w/out any adornment, but otherwise nice place. We watched the the Queen Elizabeth II movie centering around Princess Diana's death. I thought they made the Queen out to be a big joke and Prince Charles as a big wuss. Then they had the royals go hunting after the news of Diana's death. Does shooting animals to death while mourning the loss of somebody make sense to you? I hope that part was made up. I didn't care for it.

His cat hid from me (must be Frodo's twin) every time I saw it. He asked "What are you thinking right now?" I replied, "I'm thinking I have to pee." We flipped around channels and he massaged my neck claiming it was very tense. If you sat in a stool for 9 hours your neck would be tense too. My neck is always tense. He kissed me goodnight. I slept on his black leather sofa. Next morning, I tossed around waking up and he asked if I was awake. Some movie about an Irish mountain that turns out to be a hill and residents transport 18 feet a dirt to make it a mountian again was on when I came out of the bathroom in my work uniform.

I left shortly after and realized the Des Moines Marathon was running past his place. I had to take the long way home to avoid the blocked off streets. Came home to let the kitties outside and do cat chores, before going back to sleep. I woke up with Frodo cuddled up against me as usual. Then got up to go to work. And BTW, both my guys called me on Saturday night and had brief conversations before I hung up. Post later. Bye!