Yesternight, I had a nightmare. The boyfriend got knocked down by one hell of a truck.
Right. In. Front. Of. Me.
When I went over to him, the first thing I did was to sit on him. -____- Wtf hahahahaha.
I narrated the story to him while we were going for lunch and I couldn't help but laugh cause it was so funny. Of course, it wasn't so in the nightmare since I woke up only when my alarm rang. That was enough for me to stone while hugging him, wait for the ambulance to come, stone in the hospital.. And that's all. Think I stoned for three-quarters of the nightmare. There wasn't anything else to do without him :(

So the boyfriend sat beside me and stayed throughout for the whole day, while I did my filing. He watched 2 movies on my phone I think.
We had frozen pizza, and shared cup noodles, and did pretty much nothing else. This is how we spent our 40th week. And I'm glad. Not when he laughed at me when I dropped my pizza though. Toppings facing down. Bloody idiot. Hahaha joking.
I love you :)