Okay, this obsession with wandering around my place and taking off my shirt is becoming a problem. I am finding shirts in the strangest of places. When I find one in the fridge one of these days, I want y'all out there who don't read this blogger to demand that I get help. I just found a shirt that I thought my washing machine had eaten last year in my brother's closet. Not like hung up or anything, but like I took it off, threw it in there, and then forgot about it. But I was notorious for stripping and running out to greet the mailman when I was younger (like 4 years old, as opposed to last week) so I guess I can argue that I'm getting better.

My thought of the day:

If you deny your own vulnerability, you deny the very attribute which makes you human. If you deny yourself compassion, you deny yourself access to the full potential of your soul.