I'm so passive-aggressive. I'm not sure why, it's just... I walk into this house and I don't feel like cooperating, I don't feel like being nice but I'm too lazy to be openly mean, and I jsut don't feel... right.

I'm not sure why. I think I'm pissed at myself for not having the balls to say what I need to say, but it could also have to do with the weird mood this thing with my brother has put me into. I think it's more of the former than the latter. I jsut... I'm not right these days. It's nothing bad, jsut not... right. LoL

Katrina asked me how life was going, and I honestly told her, "I don't know." I have no idea what to say. I'm not bad, I'm really doing okay, but there's this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that I jsut can't seem to get rid of. I don't know... It's weird.

Meh... I'm gonna head to sleep. I'm tired... And I have a long day tomorrow, and then a weekend of work, with play sparsely interwoven. Icky.