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I is regretting the post from last night. Should not have been mean. Perhaps I went over board a little?
Becasue today Luke crushed his hand a bit and got of work early and all he wanted was to see me because he felt bad about last night. See? Sweetheart.
This always happens...I get mad/uptight/upset and kick and scream, and he's sweet as anything. Awww, I keep doubting the poor boy, and all he does is love me.
And I've had a 4-shot latte tonight at work (being taught how to make coffee). I'm WIDE AWAKE.