Just as a bit of history for you. The word Wednesday comes from two words, the Old English word for the king of gods, Woden, and the word for day, dæg.
In other news, I’m back in Vegas. It’s nice to be home, to have the possibility to sleep in my own bed.
Sad, still hurt, but kind of getting better. I don’t think of her all the time now. Just most of the time ;). The pain’s still there, but I really don’t know what it is anymore. I’m really confused.
I can’t wait until this weekend. Everybody should be back in town. And I’m 21. Big party time. I can drink to my birthday. I can drink to my friend’s health. I can drink to end the confusion. I think that after two and a half years of thinking safe, I’m going to finally let loose. Maybe it’s the confusion. Maybe it’s the pain that I’m feeling, but for some reason, stuff just doesn’t scare me as much as it used to. I’m willing to take risks that I wasn’t willing to take earlier.