Dear Sano,

I have absolutely no objection to your dragging me out of bed an hour and a half earlier than I need to get up for work to write about you obsessing over an unexpected kiss from Saitou. But, seriously, next time can you wait until it’s a full story?

Love, this faery

In other news, we went up Pike’s Peak yesterday. In twenty-one years living in Colorado Springs, I had never been to the summit of our most prominent mountain before — which was why I pushed aside my terror of twisty mountain roads in a car and my dad’s driving (and the exponentially more severe combination of the two of them) and in order to experience it once. You should have seen me squeezing the life out of the sweaty door handle wis my white knuckles. Anyway, it was really cool. The entire summit was covered in mist/cloud, and it was like being in a different world. We ate at the restaurant at the top, where the food was unexpectedly cafeteria-esque but unexpectedly good for cafeteria-esque food. I ate an apple even! We got some good pictures, but I’ll post those another time. Of course whenever I say that it usually doesn’t happen at all; whatever.

Tonight will be another first for me, since Lester and I are going to see Coheed and Cambria and I have never been to a concert before. Teh awesome. Now I will stop writing this entry and get back to the Saitou/Sano.