devastator

i am so fucking tired. it is nearly impossible to sleep in a hospital, so i have had a somewhat sleepless three days. my mother is doing great [in my eyes]. she is so weak and tired, but everything went well, and her lupus is not acting up [i don't want to jump the gun]. whew. that's so relieving.

she wants me to get glasses. i guess i will do that. but i need to go home, soon. so i guess i will talk to patrick or something.

pj's in OKC with some friends at the derek hess exhibit. i'm jealous. i'm jealous of derek hess getting to meet my boyfriend, when i'm too far away to see him. grrrrr. i just hope he is having some fun. as long as he is happy, i am somewhat happy.

christ, i need a haircut. i swear i'm growing a mullet. it wouldn't be so bad if i just did my hair every day, but i'm a lazy bitch. i'm going to grow my hair out. not too long, but not too short. i just like to switch between long and short hair, i guess. but damn! i miss my free haircuts.

i'm going to come home soon, and i can't wait.