My mam's already expressed some concern about me becoming a hermit or a recluse. As in, when we argue, she tells me that I'm weird. Sometimes she says it when we don't argue. When somebody says something enough, you kind of get to thinking that they mean it. Either way, I've been sitting in my room all day on my bed on the side that my dogs sleep on and reading books and playing The Sims, pretty much. I find things that I enjoy doing and I repeat the fuck out of them 'til I either get sick of them, or don't know how to stop doing them. In any case, I'd not been reading much of late and figured it time to catch up.