Living off toast. I mean, I tend to do that anyway, except usually I binge on it outside of mealtimes. I'm currently just eating it, and little else. It's so good. Carbs and me were meant to be. Sadly.
I walked for two hours last night. It was awesome. Fucking freezing, like (seriously. Zero degrees), but awesome.
At Work Guy's house, I now have a specific side of the bed, and a box of my favourite tea in the cupboard, which he bought for me. To keep there. Next thing I know, there'll be a toothbrush with my name on it, and an empty drawer in the nightstand. And he keeps going on about 'not having expectations about where this is going' and 'not seriously dating'.
I'm sorry. Is it any wonder I'm a little bit confused?