He got me a book called Art Therapy and Clinical Neuroscience. [Edited by: Noah Hass-cohen and Richard Carr]
It's awesome. I'm fucking psyched.
Get it? "psyched"? ...ok, sorry.
Speaking of BF...
I hadn't seen him for like...two weeks but was so tired today when I did see him that I basically drove an hour [as I haven't moved to the city yet] for a nap and a booty call then decided I was too tired and needed to go home.
[The guy cutting down trees outside with some mechanical buzzing thing didn't help either, but that was just an additional thing factor. 'icing on the cake' if you will.]
So yay me: the ultimate in girlfriend technology.