Well, today a certain creativity seemed to spark within me; I spent a good amount of class time writing one of my random ramblings. It was supposed to make me feel better, writing everything I was truly thinking, but it didn't help at all today. I wonder if maybe my state of mind is growing worse, or if maybe I need to write more.
On an entirely other subject, do people realize how much fun you can have with a bouncy ball? Seriously, it's no joke. They're awesome. While cleaning the top of my dresser, which was covered with useless trinkets and papers I no longer need, I found an old bouncy ball. I threw it at the dresser, and it bounced, hit the wall, and came back to me. But then another time it bounced off the edge of the dresser, came back to me, and hit me in the thigh, where I now have an enormous bruise. But it's fun anyway, whether you're being mercilessly attacked and bruised or if things are going fine.