wetness
Such an ambiguous title.
In any case, it's not really anything dirty. I just got out of the pool not long ago, swimming with Shannon and Janet before we leave my parents' tomorrow noonish.
I have an unhealthy obsession with Mozart's Requiem when I am home... it is somewhat depressing. But... oh so beautiful.
Somewhat disappointed that I will always be a prodcut of my parents. Many of their faults that I myself am annoyed by are equally found in myself or even intensified.
Just an off thought.
Saw Steph today... it was really nice seeing her again... and not being awkward about it.
A lack of awkwardness is key.
Though seeing her mum again was somewhat odd, and stiffly formal, with subtle overtones I don't care to try and figure out right about now. Far too tired to even think about it.
I have a lingering suspicion that Thanksgiving is meant to be there for us to store up winter fat. Not that I can get fat.
I'm very tired. If I can figure out how to transfer images from my little brother's celly I'll have pictures to show sooner or later.