Jake arrived home yesterday around 2pm. He stopped by my work to get the house keys and looked pretty tired. I guess you really CAN'T go home again. He didn't sleep well and couldn't wait to leave. I was hoping he'd have a better time. Don't get me wrong, he enjoyed seeing his family and all. It's just that he couldn't wait to get back where his cell phone had reception and there was DSL for the computer. It's funny how you can live your whole life in a small town and the minute you see what else is out there you suddenly feel deprived. Heh.

Yeah, so last night I was sound asleep when the bedroom lights flashed on. It scared the shit out of me. I shot up in bed to see Jake, peering out the bedroom door and then close it. He turned the lights off, then on again and opened the door... peeking out. I was thoroughly freaked out. After asking if he was dreaming he looked confused, then said 'Yeah I guess so' before turning off the lights and going back to bed. I got up to open the door and walked around, just in case he was hearing something. I swear I'm going to tie him to the bed at night. Oy...

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Next on the agenda... SLEEP HUMPING!

This concept of sleep-humping arouses me.

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