Today, I am a little sad. P left today for another month early this morning.

Let's back up to Thursday though. Thursday I worked and it was HOT HOT HOT here all week long. After work, I subbed for my boss at her softball game, and had a lot of fun. I went 2-3 with 2 runs scored, but we still lost. The other team wasn't that much fun to play against (they took it way too seriously), but the team I was on was awesome. 

P had planned to get his packing done that night, and so I told him if he needed or wanted my help to let me know. He apparently took that in a sexual way, and our conversation went from casual to flirty. I told him I'd let him know when my game was over, and might drive down if he wanted me to.

We had so much fun not even doing anything. We were both exhausted, but almost giddy to see each other. Just kind of lying in bed together, talking, laughing, tickling, and enjoying having the other there. It was such a perfect night. It sucked royally when his alarms went off, and we had to get up.

I worked early, so I left at the same time he and his roommate did. I went to work Friday, and had a really great day (first day like that in a long time!). Right after work, I headed back to his house, so we could go to Dane Cook with P's roommate and his girlfriend. We went to dinner, and I guess I'm still a little shy around them. I'm great with either of them one on one, but when it's the four of us, I clam up a little bit.

The show was hilarious. Dane had two guys opening for him, and they had me in tears from laughing so hard. I knew Dane Cook from a few of his bits, but this was the first time I ever sat through one of his shows. I laughed so hard. It was fantastic.

Unfortunately, the show ended and we had to book it back to P's so he could finish his packing. He and I both slept in the car, and when we got to his house, I knew I was too tired to drive. So I "helped" by moving things from the living room to his closet, and finding little things for him here and there. Mostly, I just stayed back and watched. When he went into the bathroom to give himself a haircut, I found myself wishing I'd taken the time to write him little notes to stuff into his gear. I thought about trying to find paper, but I knew I didn't have enough time. 

When he left, we went downstairs, and I stood back, watching him and his roomie close up his duffel. His roomie threw P's gear into his car, while P stuffed the last few things into his backpack. When it came time for goodbye, I just wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. He whispered, "Take care of yourself, young lady." (He always calls me young lady, which I find hilarious.) 

When he headed out the door, I started to go upstairs, changed my mind and went to follow him to the garage. I gave him one more hug, a better kiss, and told him I love him. He playfully kissed the side of my neck and left. Leaving lasted all of about a minute, as I realized he had left his phone upstairs, so I ran down and gave it to him. He realized he didn't have it at the same moment I found it. 

His roommate told me (and P agreed) that I should stay anyway, especially since they could both tell how tired I was and it was 1:30 AM. I knew it wouldn't be a smart idea to drive so far, that tired, so I crashed in P's bed. I woke up around 6:30 and texted with him for a few minutes, before falling back asleep until 10:30. 

I think it's a little harder this time to see him go, even though I know that getting back means that we'll still have 5 months together. It sounds like his deployment date will be right after Christmas. Knowing the Army, it'll change 100 more times between now and then. 

All right. So on a happier note, I've picked up a book for the time between now and when I can afford to start up on Crossfit. It's Jillian Michaels' Making the Cut. I'm excited about it, because it's about getting into better shape. I'm not overweight, but I can tell by the way my clothes are fitting that I've gained a little weight since my knee injury, and my clothes don't fit me quite as well. She has a rockin' body, so I'd love to look like that!

And the Wisconsin Lightweight Women's crew team won their fifth National Championship in six years today! I'm super excited for them, because that's awesome! All through my 2 1/2 years as a rower, all we ever talked about was winning the National Championship. Sadly, I had already left the team by the time they won the first title, but I was so proud that day, and am again today. 

All right, time to decide between being a productive member of society or a couch potato watching a dvd. :) (Leaning towards the former, although the latter will probably happen too!)