But a rose won't blossom from the ground of desert sand

So, it's been a few days.

Update:
I'm home from Florida for good. Basically for good. I won't be going for winter anymore. I'm going to be having this wonderfully wonderful guy in PA, so why would I want to be there? Maybe I'll go on vacation there some time.

I've become a Heroes addict. I don't even know how. I saw that four seasons were on the internet so I thought, "Why the heck not?" It's not even really my kind of show. There's a lot of blood. I am not a fan of a lot of blood. I can do a few drops here and there. But not a couple times a show. Or when Sylar cuts open someone's head. Or when Claire has to push her ribs back into their rightful place, through the skin. Not my cup of tea. But yet I'm glued to the show. I can't even look away for that.

I've been having dreadful dreams about George's homecoming. I guess "dreadful" isn't the appropriate word. We're going to stick with it anyway.
A couple nights ago, I had a dream that I was at a wrestling match or something. Maybe it was bowling. I dunno... Some sport that I suck at (that doesn't even begin to narrow anything down). Anyways, surprisingly, George came home that day and he came to the game/match/meet to see me. Crazily, I wasn't excited to see him. Not to say that I wasn't happy. I just wasn't over-the-moon with glee. I walked up to him, hugged him, and went on with the game. Like I hadn't just seen the love of my life for the first time in two years. And you should have heard dreaming me yelling at dreamee me over my dreamscape intercom. "What is wrong with you?! Don't you see that gorgeous face?? You don't even like softball/ synchronized swimming/ cricket!"
Then, last night I had a very similar dream. I was at work or something. I'm actually not sure what I was doing. I think I was doing landscaping at a house near my home. Moving on... I got a voice message that said "I can't wait to see the most beautiful girl in the world" (and yes, I do think highly of myself when I dream). It was George Raymond and I was totally excited because that must of meant that he was home. So I waited. And waited. And waited. And he never showed up. So, I think I had Ivan or someone contact him, but they couldn't get a hold of him. So I ended up going on an adventure with Stephie from Rutters. We found out he was living at the Tropical Treat with this kid we met the summer before our senior year. And he had gone total hick on me. Dip/chew and all. And then I woke up.
So yeh. None of the dreams I have about him coming home are very positive or welcoming. Let me just say that my reaction will be the exact opposite.
That is all.
And I didn't include a memory because I quite clearly remember these dreams.
Yes.