I'm finding it really hard to write and keep up with friends. I can't write people back, read people's blogs, or call people back. I don't know why. It's not that I don't want to write or call people. I really do and I always mean to get back to them, but I never do. I'm even finding it hard to keep up with my own blog. All I want to do now is lay in bed. Maybe I will always feel this way. I hope I don't always feel this way.
I met my new landlords this weekend because we were driving by them on the way to go camping. Lets just say they are um...not all there and kind of crazy. I'm glad that they live so far away.
I am a little bit proud of myself about something though. My brother, the one who is constantly in and out of federal prison, wrote me on Facebook this weekend. He is a lot like my mother where he writes me sweet emails and then follows them with really really mean emails. The title of the email was "I am worried about your soul." The part of the message you can see before you open it was about how I am a horrible sister and sinner. I opened the email, was about to read it and then something clicked in my head. I covered the text with my hand so I couldn't see what he said and just pushed delete. It's gone forever. There was a slight panic when I did it, but I still did it. I deleted the email without reading it! I never thought I'd be able to do that.