I wish he would call. I tried to call him but no answer. No surprise there; his phone appears to be attached to his hip pocket everywhere outside of his house but not within it (unless I am there, too. Then, for some reason, he answers it).
It is late. I fall asleep early, usually. Wednesday nights are the only nights I can afford to let myself stay up late because I have a day off on Thursdays. My weekend starts tonight, and finishes tomorrow night. And, therefore, by logical (girl) conclusion, this is Friday for me.
And Friday, I’m in love.