Sitting in the shadow reading is pretty much the only thing I like about summer. Or at least the sunny kind of summer... I love rainy cloudy summer days, because they are usually just warm enough, and the air after the rain is so easy to breathe...

If I wake up and the sun is shining in through my window, it actually makes me depressed. Those are the days I have the worst time getting up. And then I get even more depressed when mom tells me I'm silly and dumb and if I just go sit in the sun everything will be better.

One thing this "living with my parents as an adult" thing have taught me is that my mom is a conservative stubborn bitch. And that I now know why I'm so utterly convinced I'm not normal: my mom have been telling me this since I was old enough to express an opinion of my own.

And sorry again for the ranting. I just have to tell someone, or I'll go crazy.