I feel horrible about Dylan and his ankle. Its better. I think.

A. I guess I'm heavier than he thought I was.

B. I'm too horny for my own good, sometimes.

I don't know why I didn't stop myself. All this Romance 911 and Valentines day stuff. I just wanted to be with my boyfriend. I had plans. And you know how hard it is planning anything in Feb. in the midlands? Not that I thought we'd really go through with it. You know, finding our own private place that only we know.

I just feel bad that its come to this. He can barely walk. He's in pain. I thought at first he'd hurt his thigh when he fell with me in the snow.

Poor Dylan.

Some Valentines day we're going to have.

Now he's probably worried I'll over medicate him.