Insomnia

Tomorrow is the surgery day, hopefully. And not hopefully. So of course I can't sleep. Instead, I'll recount the best part of my conversation with the boy:

Him: I have a confession to make.

Me: Oh? (Endless thoughts of what he could say to me, including, I don't love you anymore, or, I've decided to become a monk.)

Him: I own a Bryan Adams CD. Tonight, I'm going to listen to 'Run To You' and...

Me: Bryan Adams?!?

Him: Yes.

Me: I guess I should share a similar story...I own a Mariah Carey CD.

Him: MARIAH CAREY? Really? Oh. Really?

Me: Yes, but you have a Bryan Adams CD. Aren't we even?

Him: No. NO. Not at all.

Thank goodness, everyone, that I didn't tell him that I own more than one Mariah Carey CD, and also have her singles on my playlist. Again, I behoove you - don't tell him, K?

(However, at the end of this conversation, he told me that he loved me. I will never tire of hearing that. Plus, I thought you needed to know, because I haven't talked about him in a while.)