I wanna shave my head, lie in bed all day long.

Lit party = great success. Made friends with the host, a man I always see but never speak to, and spent a long time communing with his calico, Trudy, which made me miss Spunky awfully. Saw a certain someone I never expected to see there, and avoided her completely. Laughed a whole lot, caught up with people I can't see enough of, revelled in unexpected hugging. Was in such high spirits that, after we came back, I ventured to the Valentine's Dance with Marshall, where she had to request a slow song for us (and it ended up being about a relationship that was ending, um). Watched the cruise video from two years back and missed Steven and DJ intensely. Started feeling almost sad then, because I'm so much better when I'm among strangers I'll never see again once the week is up.

Had a long, long lie-in with Marshall this morning, and then my roommate returned from Yale and showed us pictures and it was so cozy, just then. And then, of course, I got inexplicably sad and decided to cut my hair. I was going to trim it, then decided to shorten it a little, and then clipped it almost entirely off. Nearly shaved it, but didn't feel like messing around with a razor, and didn't think I could do it own my own. Anyway, the new hair looks awful, which was the point, but it feels really, really good in the shower. Might cut more tonight. We'll see.

Now, I'm off to write bad poetry while watching The Broken Hearts Club. I need to get better than this. Luckily, I've got William Blake on my side and George Michael stuck in my head. All isn't lost.