Tonight went rather well. I ended up wailing into Morgan, which turned out to be my warm-up, and it felt awfully good. I had a few people tell me thank you (Sierra, which was nice, because he was an asshole to her) so that made me feel better about it. Apparently Grace had no idea I was her secret pal...I should've waited to tell her tomorrow.
Jimmy's back, and I haven't seen Meredith smile like that in a while. Nor have I seen those evil eyes (the ones directed specifically at him) for quite some time.
I'm tired, and for some reason my eyes are burning. I'll see you all at noon. 'Night.
