there is always a new pair of shoes on my bathroom floor. they are never mine, but they are there.

peppermint, soy, and spinachstrawberryorangebanana. i cannot count anymore. don't count. work went by incredibly fast today, and i got to talk to stefanie (yes, with an f) about why there is even the rock music at all and what i believe in. super encouraging. no headache today though. i am going to miss sound. it is a fun, quiet way to bless the church. it always makes me tear up a little standing in the booth and seeing everyone worship.

and at the end of the night, i will try to use my excuse of having started a new budget (which is valid), and my excuse of being exhausted (also valid), but it won't get to the real truth of that i just don't know how to hang out with you anymore. i don't remember what it looks like, or feels like. and that is still difficult for me to get used to.


but still always, 'the angels sing on high, hallelujah, GOD IS GOOD.'