i’m in my parents’ house. i only turn up here about once a year these days so it’s almost strange. not uncomfortable or anything — just a little odd. it’s sort of having my adulthood (or near-adulthood, or something) tossed back in my face.

i feel so weird right now for other reasons too. can someone really passionate about music and literature really be close to someone with an ever-growing enthusiasm for sports and school-spirit? i worry about that. and it’s only the tip of the iceberg, really.

there’s no reason to write about that here though. i plan to spend the next few days eating and reading so there won’t be much worth sharing, i imagine, unless my idle time leads me to some profound reflections that the world would benefit from hearing.

kinda doubt it though.