Hello Everyone:
Manic Monday. I went out for a run this morning, using a different route and got lost. It took me a while to find my way back to the Brit BF and in the process all the self doubt crept back in. I was tired, hungry, and pissed off. Eventually I found my way back and felt so bad about the whole thing. Poor guy was worried and we missed the morning bus to Manchester. Fortunately, we made the early afternoon bus. We talked about it on the road and all was right. He was right to be concerned and mad. I messed up. I should've just gone to the park, like usual. I don't know what possessed me to try a different way. Anyway, we're in his hometown and I cannot wait to explore the city. I also have the best BF in the world. He did MY laundry and made me dinner. How many guys do that for there girls? I may have to marry him. Wow. No guy has done that for me. He is such s great guy. Anyway, I'm tired from the day and slowly headed for dreamland.
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