Josh read my journal the other day. It wasn't really a journal, just a notebook that I wrote in starting just before when I started to like him. Great. He got to read all about when I was kinda talking to Chris and read about me sorting out my emotions for him and how to deal with telling Autumn. He got to read what I wrote after the first night he stayed over and about how I'm sure I'm going to marry him (or at least be with him forever). He read stuff about how I saw how Autumn treated him and didn't like it and didn't think that her grandfather being sick was an excuse.

I was mad at first, but he explained that since I don't express how I really feel about him that often, it was nice for him to read it because he knew it was the truth.

Crap, I hope he doesn't think I'm all marriage and baby crazy. *shudder* Eww.

He knows better, though. I've told him before that I could marry him tomorrow and know I'd be happy the rest of my life. He says he feels the same, but so far I haven't found a journal of his to corroborate. I doubt there is one.

The other day he wasn't feeling well and slept in when he was supposed to pick me up from work. I was a little bit pissed, after my walk home, to say the least.

Lately all we've been doing is working on the apartment. Anyone who saw it before will have to come by for a visit. It looks so different already. Josh has been doing more work than I have. I'm usually at work and he's there, so he gets a lot done. Almost all the boxes are unpacked and everything's looking really good.

I can't wait until Monday, when I'm off again. It's nice to just roll around the house with him and be stupid and laugh.