what a week.
I can’t leave for 23 hours. Before I get a very board lonely bitchy Matthew to deal with.
I thought it was cute.
I ran, back from Atlanta last night when I heard that his uncle was sick.
He did beg me to wait until mooring and according to Kayna was very worried about me on my drive home.
I keep him updated with instant messages and a few calls alone the way.
He actually called me more then I him.
Which again was cute.
I got back to his house at 12:15.
Fairly uneventful trip only had one bizarre experience in Luarn Co. but that is between my buddies and me.
My little geek actually came out to meet me, and I got a big hug. Apparently he really missed me, and was a bit sheepish about getting a little co-dependant himself. 
The thing that was driving me nuts was one of the reasons that I left in the first place was because I got yelled at Papa Johns, on Monday.
Matt was upset that I’m the only person he ever gets to talk to.
Then stormed off home (walking from Sandfly to The Landings . eh.. 5-7 miles ).
So I figures he needed a break.
I though I was doing him a favor But apparently when I got home. He said again a bit sheepishly. That he only meant a few hours. And wasn’t expecting me to leave for a few days.
It’s ok I still love him deeply.
And he loves me too, so all’s well, that ends well.
Ah on Friday when he is done with class if he doesn’t have to go to Jersy, I’m taking him up to Atlanta for some stimulation. I think he is getting very stagnant staying in Savannah. That one of the reasons I leave after the quarter for break. It feels like your getting you mind sucked out of your head if you hang around too long.
