Sleep happened. It was the hardest, most beautiful sleep I have ever experienced. My only complaint is that it had to end with a loud, annoying alarm. I didn’t throw the alarm clock and break it though, I was too rested and peaceful to be cranky.

Before the ambien took me to another world, I got my daily phone call from ZH. It looks like he most likely will not be able to come to Vegas with us. I am a little upset about it but, really, I have spent the last 7 years not seeing him, what’s another few months? He says that even if he can’t get the time off, he is going to try and drive down for the weekend, which honestly, is pretty stupid if you ask me. It is a sixteen hour drive there which would leave him just about enough time to say hi and then drive back. I don’t want him to waste the time. He says that he just can’t imagine my being so close and not getting to see me. I can’t imagine driving thirty two hours just to see me for, at the most, one night.

Of course, when I tell him how ridiculous that seems, he won’t listen. “Believe me, it isn’t.” (Delusional) I can’t say that it doesn’t make me feel good knowing he would do it, but I just don’t want to get my hopes up and then be let down if and when he can’t.

I was really looking forward to my mom’s expression when we told her that Elvis married us in an all-night chapel (It would be a joke, don’t worry). Damn. Nothing ever works out the way I want it to.