There were some deep, introspective thoughts I had to share tonight about the power of music and how even though my mom and I spent half the car ride to Durham (3+ hours) arguing, we spent the whole ride back teasing and joking because we were singing to The Eagles and the Nashville soundtrack the entire time.
But now I'm laying in my warm and toasty bed and the house is finally silent after a whole bunch of yelling and arguing after Mom and I got home, and all I want to do is enjoy the quiet and go to sleep.
So yeah. Sometimes I don't even want to write. And that's okay.