I got writer's block yesterday, actually it was developing around 11p.m. the night before. So I let D take me to the mountains. We take drives like that, just to "experience nature" and "spend quality time together," both his phrases. This would have been great, relaxing and all the things he had planned.... Had I not been a royal mess. I'd been sick for the past week, and had been writing papers non-stop for three days. The outside world, it would seem, was too much for me. I ended up in tears on our way home over something trivial, and he ended up annoyed that the trip ended that way. He's not too sympathetic to crying, as he thinks that he's being manipulated, which I get. But I just needed a hug. Oh well, I got one when we got home and he realized that I wasn't trying to be difficult, I was just really stressed out. We spent an hour snuggling on the couch before we both got grumpy again from lack of sleep. Then I came home. It was too late to do anything by then, so I'll be finishing one of my papers today... By 7p.m., no distractions please. I feel better though, I needed a break, and I needed to cry, I've been wretchedly upset for days that I got sick right at finals time, but wouldn't let myself cry over it. Sometimes, I'm an idiot.