I want to write a song. I have that itch that you get every once in a while to write. It's Anberlin's fault, I think. And Ben's fault, too. But he won't mind, because he whines about how I don't write often enough. Yes.
Today a nice person asked me like, four or five times if I'd rather sit in their spot on the couch than on the floor, and it was funny, and I kept saying no. Eventually there were empty spots, so the person told me to sit down, and I did, because the person kept asking, and I wasn't depriving someone else of a seat. It was sweet. I don't really know why I'm blogging about this, but I feel like writing it down and I like to tell stories, whether they're dumb or not.
Well, I'm going to bed now.