I just got back from my morning run. Only 4 miles today, a slow 4 miles at that. I kept about a pitiful 8 1/2 minute mile pace. Richard came over last night. We watched Harry Potter or at least it was on the TV (*wink). We cuddled up and fell asleep with each other later on because we were both tired (can't imagine why). I had this awful dream about (give you 3 guesses, 1st 2 don't count) Travis again. It seemed so real I actually started looking around my room for him and asked Richard where he was and if he was ok. I thought it had really happened. I explain the dream later in another entry. Richard's still trippin' and thinking that BJ is going to take me away from him (as if). I don't know how I'm going to get it through his thick head that he's the only one for me. Men...can't live with 'em, hard to live without 'em. I need to call Sarah (a counselor) and talk to her about my dream, so I'd better finish up with this and log my runs for the past week.