good night... not such good luck

It's our anniversary. I spent the day in the car with my aunts and my mom, driving back roads, browsing antique stores, and eating a late lunch (my only meal of the day, of course). I did talk to him, but I'm so nervous. I want to see him, touch him, make love to him. It hasn't quite been five days since I've seen, but god how I want him. I don't know how long I can wait to see him again, if I already miss him this much. I wonder if he even notices my absence.

A complete side note... In the few years that I've spent in California, I noticed a small California-ism. When people are talking about their own bedroom, they often say "the room". As in, "I got a new table, it's in the room." I've heard several native Californians say this. I got another confirmation of this speech pattern when my Mom took me to see my Grandpa's new home yesterday. (They moved to Oregon just a few months ago.) His wife said, "yeah, we've got a tv in the room, but we don't turn it on that much" meaning the tv in their bedroom. It's the sort of speech pattern that doesn't usually get noticed, and it amazes me that it is such a Californian thing to say.