But then again, I'm not bound to fate or circumstance forever.

God, what a collection of colored, plain short-sleeved shirts means to me.

Somewhat neatly folded and stacked so that the colors show at the edge.

I used to fold my shirts one more time than I do now... now it's only 2 folds, vertical and horizontal to form a quarter.

I thought a couple years ago, as I dried myself off after a shower that I had developed a pretty particular way of drying myself off and wondered when it started and where it might go, if anywhere. Head, crotch, legs, back, neck, arms, crotch, underarms touch up, feet... all with appropriate flips and manuevers of the towel.

A couple years ago, I started squeegeeing off myself with my hand before pulling back the curtain for the towel and a couple years before that, I started headbanging to get water out of my hair. It makes my head ache though, so I don't do that much or at all mostly.

I spend a lot of my time thinking about eating.