Makes a Difference.

Last night, we stayed up until 10:30 playing our new Wii. We played 2 and a half hours of straight bowling; I lost four times (and we only played four times. How pathetic is that?)
So I went to bed, and I couldn’t fall asleep, so I got online, and talked to Mandy until Shane called her. I love my best friend. I really do.But my whole body just...hurt. Maybe I’m just getting old. I finally fell asleep around 11:30, and slept like a freaking log for an hour, when Kevin called me at 12:30, and my phone didn’t wake me up until a few minutes later. So I didn’t get to talk to him. :(And then I fell back asleep, and slept SO HARD until 8:30. But right before I woke up, I had a horrific dream!
See, in my dream, it was mine and Kevin’s two-year anniversary (which is in 26 days!!) and I was waiting for him to pick me up, but in the meantime, I was at Southlake Town Square...by myself. I was walking around, all excited, because, um, TWO YEARS and then I had to cross the street. Like, I had to cross one, turn, and then another. Make sense? So, I crossed one fine, and then I started to cross the other one, but all of these humongous semis were driving by. They had to do this fancy-shmancy stuff with their truck to turn, and most of them made it. But I was getting frustrated because I just had to cross the street! And there were a million semis! So I couldn’t! And then I watched a guy try to turn his big-ol’ truck, and he lost control! He skidded on the street, and then flipped on his side. And then another semi behind him couldn’t slow down, or move over because the other guy was blocking the whole street now, so he smashed into him, and rolled over! And the thing is, there was a police at the end of the street, like he was WAITING for it to happen. The last thing I remember was the paramedics came and I had to jump a fence to see what was going on, and I left for a minute, and when I came back, they were carrying TWO caskets!!!
And then I woke up.So I was FREAKING out. Because I thought somebody had died, or something, in a car crash last night. I knew Mandy was safe at home, but Kevin was supposed to have a late night. He was going to some band gig thing, and then he was going to a friends’ house to play mindless hours of video games. But I hadn’t heard from him since...12:30. So I thought something had happened to him.But I let it go.So...I heard from him (thank GOD!) at around 1:00 this afternoon, and he was with a friend, going to eat lunch.So, it’s not him.But now I’m starting to think it’s God’s way of warning me that I’m going to get in a fight, or something, with somebody. You know, "Clash"?