H.C.

So I'm finally getting to my laundry today, and I noticed after the second load, that I really am terrible at folding clothes. I don't know why I notice it now of all times, but let's just say I'm re-thinking the possiblity of being a future stay-at-home-husband. The folding is fine for my standards, but I'm pretty sure just about any female would ream me if I tried to fold her clothes like that. It's not that I haven't tried to learn, I just can't seem to gather enough coordination to do it the correct way. Guess I'll just stick to the way I do it.

And the weather is finally starting to change. It got cold last night and for some reason today the sun just doesn't want to warm up as much. It's time for sweaters and scarves and what have you, and I'm stoked. I just hope the weather doesn't tease me too much, that hot/cold thing gets on my nerves. I should stop complaining, but I think reading The Catcher in the Rye is turning me a bit sour towards ...ummm...almost everything. Damn you Holden Caulfield! Damn you!

I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy. J. D. Salinger