alex loves me.

i love alex.

still, i don't have to be happy about having to go camping when i'm hungover, have a spitting headache, peasoup stomach, the wind has picked up and it will begin to pour any second now. i have some meterological instincts from dad i'm sure.

oh well. i imagine if it gets really cold he'll give up and we'll get to go home and i won't even have to say "i told you so."

he assures me i won't be cold, but, i'm always cold.

still, i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him, oh!