Because I feel like it

I felt like writing something. Nothing in particular. Just something.

I have a psychology paper to write. It's about my life--how nature vs. nurture, parenting styles, peers, school, etc. have shaped me. I'm kind of afraid of what I'll find. Or that I won't find anything.

The dryer I used didn't dry my clothes very well. My clothes are draped all over my side of the room. And it doesn't bother me. You know I'm in an odd mood when messiness doesn't bother me.

My head kind of hurts.

Not in a bad mood though. Like I said, I feel like writing.