A couple of days ago I was up to 8AM watching downloaded TV-series. I was scared of going to sleep and not feeling very good. Just before I went to bed I send a rambling e-mail to Tony… So now he’s worried about me. Great. -.-

He called me today and asked how I was. He’s still far far away, but he’s comming home a day after boyfriend’s birthday. I told him I was ok, and that he had no need to worry.

“You might know by now that you mean a lot to me,” he said. “So I’ll be worried either I need to or not if you’re not ok.”

I miss him…