Heals The Original Dryness

series of events yesterday (part 1):
woke up, fell back asleep, woke up, grabbed my bag of pretzles and caught a bus, went to san jose, had lunch with dad (yummy yummy muchos), got my medication, talked with him about my weird bio-rythmes,etc.
caught a train to palo alto, visited jonathan at work, talked about my history class with tomas, offended jonathan's crazy co-worker, almost got him fired cause we had been hanging out with him, looked around, bought a Jonathan Swift poetry book (because yes, we WERE actually there to buy something), explained ourselves to the co-owner ("i just get carried away when i talk about history." "tell her i'm from santa cruz!") who was pretty nice about it.
went and played on the swings and on the playground with tomas, hung upside down on bars (he could hang by his feet/ankles, i think my arch is too high to do that) got sand in my face and in my hair (which i had fun scratching out later), went back, ate preztles at country sun, kidnapped jonathan after work, sat on a park bench and cuddled in the shade, decided to go sit on his proch so we could be more private.
kissing, wonderful wonderfulness, started on more stuff but there was a noise outside we were worried about, he goes and checks, i sit up and bend my glasses out of wack, try to bend them back, break part of the axle in the hinge, try to fix it with pliers, doesn't really work (so now i have glasses held up by one ear peice. neil, this makes two of us) just covered him and cuddled muchly like that, fell asleep on his shoulder with the setting sun...