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Day One Hundred and Sixty:  Books in Bed, Again

   A metaphor for a cluttered mind and the inescapeable traits of an over-thinker.

I am so used to living my life amongst clutter that it shouldn’t bother me so much at the moment but it does.  I’m tired of planning things and making sure everyone knows every detail and deciding things.  I’m tired of constantly worrying, and I’m tired…well, in general.  This afternoon I have spent the past little while just catching up on emails and blogs and spending some time alone.  Have you ever been in a funk that just kind of stays?  Right now every little thing is making me itch with irritation.  It’s just…another one of those days.

I need a good sleep and to finish some books this week, and I need to get some plans made for July and take some time out of my week to get outside.  I don’t think I go outside enough.  With working full time in doors at the moment and then spending the rest of my time trying not to fall behind in school and socially I just need to get outside.  I think I’m going to walk down to the Grand alone sometime, if I can make time, I don’t know we’ll have to see.

I’ve written this post about three times already and haven’t been happy with any of them, so I guess I’ll let this one go on a formality that it has to be written today because I must do homework tomorrow because  must get it done early this week so I can relax and not worry so much about it.  Summer school is the actual worst invention ever.  IT’s so helpful but it’s so draining.  Atleast I get a full month at the end of the summer to not have work or school.

Well maybe work, and I may be taking riding lessons.  I will also be reading and writing and snuggling.  I’m an all-around together gal don’tcha-know.  Sometimes being together doesn’t mean being okay, and sometimes being together means that some parts are loose and untidy.  Cluttered is better than lost, overflowing with things isn’t a bad thing,

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