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Today is a great day. First off, I'm only at work so that after work I can go to dinner with J.M. . . . man, I miss our sweet dates. When I got to work today, I'd a conversation with Christina (from Austria. You're just going to have to learn that's who I'm talking about). We were talking about how we both love getting letters in the mail. Word. She and I met through interpals.net. It's a pen pal linking site. But she suggested I look into this site called postcrossing.com . If you look it up, brace yourself for total coolness. I can't even put it into words, but if you like postcards, this is the site for you.

Well, I wrote that on the first part of my lunch break. The last 30 minutes or so of the break were spent laughing and making charades like gestures via web cam with Jon-Michael. We've got these (matching) laptops and they came with web cams built in, so we logged into YahooIM and "talked" to each other this afternoon. It was so neat. I have a new respect for web cams. All this time before, the only thing I could ever think of when I heard "web cam" was "hey, I'm a trashy college girl, come watch me take my clothes off on my web cam!" Now, not so much.

The first legitimate experience I ever had with one was when my friend Tommy, who is stationed in Iraq right now, showed me around Iraq via his web cam. I didn't have mine, so I couldn't show him around my office, although I'm sure he'd be bored. But after this, I thought of the great many legitimate possibilities arise when you own one, not just trashy bimbos use web cams. Real people do too. hey-yo!

After work (which sucked and never ended), I met Jon-Michael, who'd gotten us a table at the most fantastic and coveted restaurant in all of Micanopy -- the Blue Highway Pizzeria. He had ordered an appetizer, but aside from that we ordered our usual.

Most times when I go there I'm left alone by the staff (I like that because most times I go there, I'm with Jon-Michael, and the employees know I cherish our quality time). But people know me; I'm kind of a big deal. Tonight the Heiress was working, and we're pals, so naturally we caught up for a second. It's always good to see her. And after we chatted, she went back to being busy. And Jon-Michael and I went back to holding each others' hands across the table while we talked about houses and baby names! ha ha.

I'm so glad we got to get dinner tonight. It seems like it's been a long time since we went to a nice restaurant and just relaxed, just the two of us. And we had so much to discuss. Life has been so generous, yet so conflicting lately. I'm so grateful he is finally a constant in my life again.

We parted ways at a time when we could hopefully get him home in time to see most of the BCS Bowl . . . and he did. And the Gators won. And that makes us happy. Being born in Gainesville, it's my God-given right to love them. And they do deserve the win they got tonight. Go team (not just Tebow)!

Ever since I met J.M., I've never left town without seeing him first. Tomorrow I leave for Pensacola and Texas and am so grateful I didn't have to go without a kiss goodbye from J.M. When I think about it, there's no way I'd ever want to leave the area without saying goodbye to him. In fact, there's no way I would. I'm not a fatalist, but if the flight I get on is going to be my last, I need to make sure I saw him, hugged him, kissed him, and told him two things: 1. I love you and 2. I'll see you soon.

Now it's bed time, I've posted my photo for today on the photo-blog, which I link to so often you should know it by heart by now. But I've got one more blog to write that's been rolling around in my head for a couple days.

I love you all.

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