Too much coffee. Not enough sleep.

All in all, a pretty standard Monday.

A rather unfortunate weekend, overall. Boyfriend got drunk and smashed up his beloved project truck that he's been working on for years. Needless to say boyfriend almost wasn't, anymore.

Went to a giant shop party with him, his friends, and family. Went home & to bed about one, as I love sleep. Boyfriend was planning on sleeping at his parents though and stayed on. Until five thirty when he decided he wanted to come home. Crashed a mile or so down the road. Called me, and I came out to get him. Got there and he wasn't leaving until his brother woke up and they went to rescue the truck. Former beau of his was rubbing his back.

I had a silent hissy, and went home to pack, but was very tired so decided to sleep for an hour. Woke up at ten, not so mad. Picked boyfriend up, had many serious discussions.

Ended the day with Nascar and wonderful quality time.