Friday. 2:33 p.m. I'm ready for bed.

My head hurts. My contacts feel like they're boycotting spending time on my eyeballs. And there's not enough caffeine in the world to keep me from thinking about anything other than my warm, comfy bed.

Night #4 up past my bedtime last night. Which means yes, phone conversation #4 with Seth the Southern Charmer.

I can't help but laugh when I think about the fact that in just under a month I actually found someone that I enjoy talking to and don't mind losing a little sleep because he's too busy making me giggle.

And here when I started out I thought I'd only find guys twice my age and men on their last pit stop before the priesthood.