I've been sleeping in my own blood for 2 days now. Sick, right? I know...trust me, I know. As soon as I find my Tide Bleach Eraser, I'll correct this situation. But, since it's my own blood, it doesn't bother me too much so I'll sleep just fine.
Perhaps I should explain? Fine, you win...
So Saturday was a little sloppy. I should say sloppier than normal.
Short version: I had too much to drink. I walked home with John who was equally sloppy.
We both fell. We both fell hard.
I somehow made it home only to get into my entirely white bed without even knowing about the tumble.
My hands were bleeding. My elbow was bleeding.
Somewhere I could hear my Mom crying. She has a sixth sense about me getting into trouble.
I woke up with a lot of questions, the biggest one being why my hair looked better at that exact moment than it did when I actually styled it. Such a bummer...
But the blood remains and I will eventually do something about it.
Soon. I swear.
