So things with my grandmomma haven't changed much. Just went to WakeMed and visited...they're excavating her tomorrow. She was moving her hands around a LOT more than she has been on previous visits...at one point, she even lifted her head off her pillow. Pretty optimistic stuff. I won't be there tomorrow at 4:00 when they remove her tubes and stuff...Mary Wesley's rehearsal dinner starts at 5:00. I wish I could be there...but at the same time, if things go south, I wouldn't want to see it. I'm feeling positive about things, though.
Work was good today. Didn't have any clients this morning, so I bleached out my hair. It's not where I want it to be, but it lifted a lot further than I expected it to. Once I bleach it again it'll be platinum. Right now, it's a strange gold-ash color. Not too pretty and against my better judgement, I'm thinking of lifting it for the last time tomorrow. Had a couple of clients who were really ecstatic about their hair today...made me feel good.
I've had the weirdest dreams lately. Dreams about snakes and a red-headed child getting killed by a defective carseat with a razorblade in it. Strange stuff.
Yesterday we went and ate dinner with Will, Stephanie, AJ, Amber, and Kashad at Mucho Mexico. I felt so out of it the entire time. I don't know...I feel like there's a pressure building on me. Something's about to happen. Something's about to happen. Something's about to happen. I'm glad Ricky and I have been mainly keeping to ourselves this past week. I think I'm about to lose it. It's all too much. Savannah, please hurry. Grandma, please hold on.
Tyler's in the hospital again, too. Her Chrome's disease has flared up again.
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