We made brownies and drinks.
Jackie and I actually talked and hung out.
We shaving creamed Matt's van and he got really pissed.
I think that I'm obsessive about over analyzing things. I really wish I could just let it rest and stop thinking that there's a second thought behind everything. But I can't. I have these weird standards that I have to live up to or I'm not me. It doesn't matter if they're unattainable, that's the point to having goals.
Meanwhile, I'm getting sick. I feel like crap. Maybe I make myself this way. I always get physically ill when I'm all moody.