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Location: Work.
Listening:"Ladykillers" by Lush.

Apparently, I'm not done fretting today. Rather, perhaps not fretting, but trying to make some sense of why I feel the way I've been feeling lately--bland, boring, very nondescript. Usually, I don't mind such feelings, but I really didn't want to be nondescript Saturday night, and I somehow ended up feeling that way. It might have been the fact that we changed so quickly and that I didn't really have a chance to do what I wanted to do with my hair, etc., but I'm not sure. I fully understand that the event was not about me at all--it was about Kenny and Jenn, and it was truly beautiful (I'll describe it in a later entry)--but I still wanted to look my best and I ended up feeling that I didn't. Rather, I ended up feeling that there's no point in trying--and I can't really pinpoint why. This usually wouldn't be more than a blip on the screen, and something I could easily shake off, but in the context of everything else that's been happening with my self-image currently, it's lingering.