It's dumping buckets out here, but not in the bad way. This is the good rain that makes things smell nice and takes the humidity level down a notch of two afterwards (hopefully).
And I stand slightly corrected; my old man is puttering around the house cleaning things. Not snoring. Which is odd, because it is usually his nap time right around now.
In other news, I have discovered something else about myself.
I am scared of people.
To be more precise, I am afraid of people that I don't know, especially when I'm by myself. This makes it especially terrifying in situations when I have to meet new people. Suddenly I freeze up or try my best not to make their acquaintance. I had a portion of my dream dedicated to that, actually. I was wandering around in a foreign country with a group of friends, and somehow ended up lost in an unfamiliar high school. I was just a little under hysterical, which is when I start to giggle weirdly.
The dream got a little better from there, fortunately for me.
So, I got a letter from one of the freshman girls that I RA'ed 1st semester. It was really random, but I appreciated it and just recently wrote back. I would have thrived in the way of communication back in the olden days. I love letters. I love receiving them and sending them and keeping them tied in a bundle, which I would do but I don't get them very often and really it's something you do for love letters and such, which I have none of among the letters that I have received.
I cleaned today?
There is a bonfire tonight with Allison's youth group thing, and I'm going to attend to try to cure myself of this people-fearing sickness.
I'm bringing a book just in case.