I felt a little crazy this morning. My alarm went off at the time I had set it for, which was somewhere around 6:30 am. But something about the light coming through my window, or something, made me feel very confused as to what time it really was. I was convinced that I had slept through work, that my clock was wrong and that it was somehow mid-morning. And then I got to work 15 minutes early, which made no sense to me either.

I got my nose pierced on a whim yesterday. I went in to a piercing studio after lunch to inquire about prices, and I walked out with a shiny piece of metal (and some sort of yellowy colored stone) through my left nostril. It hurts today... mostly because my nostrils flare pretty much constantly. Someone once told me it makes me look like a friendly dragon. While that is a comparison that is awesome, the flaring is not conducive to a painless healing process.

I have to conduct a couple of interviews today. Yet another aspect of this job that I feel terribly unqualified to perform. I don't know what exactly it is that I think would qualify me for these tasks. Maybe it's just that I still feel like an awkward thirteen year old trying to get through the grim days of early adolescence.

My ears are still ringing from the band we saw on Saturday night. And my mind is still spinning from the details I ironed out regarding my upcoming move. I will not be taking a car (I think), I will go home to my mom's house for a few days before actually going west, I will stay at least until Christmas.

I need to pick a last day for work. I might just work until Friday, August 8th. Which is my birthday. I think that would be a nice, dramatic way to round out my 22nd year and begin my 23rd. A real, honest to goodness fresh start. I think I like that.