I should clean my room. Its disgusting and littered with all of my shit from school.
Its weird being back; my sense of permanence is gone.
I wish I had homework to do and tests to study for to distract myself from the stuff swimming around in my mind.
Its an adjustment I'm not sure yet how to make.
I'll probably feel better after I clean my room and have space to work with. I'll do half today- or at least work on it.
I made B a deal; I write her essays if she cleans my room. 1/4 room an hour. I dont know if she knows I was serious.

I have this fantastic urge to strip completely naked and chill on our balcony while working on my latest story (or practise cello, havent decided yet). And its for this reason that I cannot wait for tomorrow to come so both my parents will be at work and I will have the whole house to myself. Its weird...I havent really had alone time since I've been home; its only been about a week but it feels so much longer since I've been up and about the Bay for almost its entirety.