So, I just remembered that in the 30 minutes to an hour that I slept last night I had this crazy dream. I don't remember a whole lot of it, but here's the bad part...I think I was in the drive thru at McDonald's with Gabby, and there was all this commotion going on, and all of a sudden Gabby and I were in the middle of some shoot out between these robbers and cops. Gabby was shot in the head. But it turned out they were just bee bees, but they were stuck in her forhead, and I couldn't get her to a hospital, but she was actually fine, and they eventually just fell out. But I was just carrying her around looking for a hospital, trying to explain to anyone I could find what had happened. I think that was the gist of the dream. Running around like mad, crying, and trying to find ayone I could to help me, but I couldn't find anyone even remotely interested.
I went out Friday night, and....I met someone. We really, really hit it off. I think some of you who know me really well would be shocked at how good looking he is. His name is Paul, he's 29, and he's only been in San Antonio for about a week. Anyway, we talked all night, I drank a little too much, and so did he, so the night didn't actually end that well because there was an argument between him and Andrea. I thought he was a little rude, and also maybe he would be scared off. But we were texting last night, and we're going to meet up next Friday. I really do think he should apologize to Andrea first though. Although, I'm so green with this dating thing...I almost think that's too much to ask when you're getting to know someone. I don't know, you tell me. Saturday I pretty much did nothing but recover. And then Sunday, Andrea, Gabby, and I went hiking. We did a Level 4 out of 5 trail for an hour and a half. I'm not sure how many miles it...
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