Today, I drove (not rode, drove) eight hours back from Florida. Then I rode another hour and a half back to campus. Not to mention the fact that I went to bed at one last night and woke up at nine-thirty.
While I was in Florida, I was constantly on the move. There were only a few hours of time that I wasn't in the car driving somewhere, walking around Wal-Mart, or worrying about an accident that occurred in my mom's car (its all fixed, nothing to worry about anymore. Just a little spill...).
Bob did not text me all weekend. I've been thinking about him a lot, but I guess that's a one way street. I told my best friend I was done waiting for him. And I mean it. Which is going to be a weird transition. I'm trying to control my heart from skipping beats when his face pops into my mind.
So needless to say, I am mentally, physically and emotionally EXHAUSTED.
Goodnight.
