I cut some of my own hair this morning.
I mean, I'm used to doing that, but I quit trusting my haircutting skills after the last haircut. Not that it was really bad, but my past two haircuts have been by licensed professionals.

Ha.

I just cut an inch off the back, and I didn't wash my hair. I put a headband on and pretended I hadn't done this sort of thing to myself, again. I get over it pretty quick usually. In fact, I'm fairly sure that I'll be over it by tomorrow.

I got a microphone in the mail. A Shure SM58 for Kelsea's studio. I get really excited about her studio. In her laundry room. It has a cozy sound to it, doesn't it?

Britt's birthday party was last night. It was really nice; everyone was there. Raychel and I drank a lot of cream soda and Brittni looked cute like she always does. We played a round of Mafia and I spilled Nick's drink on the carpet, and I felt bad. But he cleaned it up pretty well. I just sat there feeling dumb, smiling like a stupid-idiot.

We all went home pretty early, but I didn't actually go to sleep til 2 or 3. I can't remember. Good phone conversations with an even better friend, while I laid on the couch by the fireplace. It's so freaking cold all the time. Anyway.

I feel awful tonight, at the hospital. I feel like a horrible nurse assistant. I can't concentrate. Vitals took me forever. I want to just sit and smack my head. Six more hours...
I just feel, slightly out of place and lonely, even though John is back, and there is a certain comfort in that. I just about broke down in the linen closet. I just stood there and prayed that somehow I could pull myself together.
The thing is, I'm really actually very happy. Joyful. My head has just been really cloudy, and I do feel sort of lonely in the midst of it.