Wednesday. 14 April 2010.

It's almost midnight. Technically it's Thursday. Whatever.

So I drank a cup of tea and let myself relax. And apparently that was a bad idea, because I'm now so tired that I'm getting dizzy just thinking about how tired I am.

I took a shower in the shower and the curtain was saran wrap. It was interesting.

Talked to Matthew. Wrote him a letter of the summary of the last two months. Thought his reaction to my brief surmising would be a bit larger than what it was. Am I being too dramatic about everything?

What if mom accuses me of being some sort of attention whore? That I derived some sort of sick pleasure from all of this?

I feel kinda sick now, actually. It's just nightthoughts, darkthoughts. I need to shake out of them. Mom wouldn't misjudge her child like that. How could she?

Why do I doubt that logic?

It's just nightthoughts and irrational fears.

I /am/ being too dramatic about everything. I'm dramatic. I need to stop it. Dull things down. Otherwise it'll get annoying. That much is true. Charles argues it, I'll argue right back. Tomorrow, though.

Damn. Four minutes past. Ah, well.

There were good things to today. I can't remember much of what happened today. I need to go down to Kelsee's room sometime and get the info from our lab, and stop in Gasper's room to get my notebook. Haven't hung with him in a while.

Having Charles on Skype while mIRCing Ben and Fio is quite fun. I'm starting to add this lazy, contented feeling to my hopes for the future.

Probably going to order one of those medieval dresses, wander around the USIC campus wearing it or some such nonsense.

Alright, thinking in sentence fragments. Bed. I don't want to leave Charles. I like it here in this thoughtless state of content. .....fine.