The next night, Keith and Rocco came up, we brought some of Keith's stuff upstairs then met up with Eddy and Erin at Coyote Ugly. Had a really good time, closed the bar (once again...ugh!), went home, hung out for a bit and then crashed out. The next morning, Keith drove me to work, then him and Rocco put the rest of Keith's stuff in storage and drove up to New York. Keith is happy as hell to finally be out of Florida, but he's kind of worried because he has to start from scratch up here. He's going to be back down here in a few days, stay with me for a bit while he finds a job and gets settled. He'll be fine. I just keep reminding him about my move up here and it seems to make him feel a little better, the point being that everything works out fine in the end. And everything happens for a reason.
I fell asleep shortly after getting home last night and slept straight through until morning besides waking up in the middle of the night and my heart fluttering for about an hour. Got a total of like 13 hours sleep. Jeeyuh.