There Is More Than One Name For It

I'm just thinking a lot right now. This summer has been a series of days, but good ones nonetheless.
Today I went to the beach, came back exhausted, then went to a friends party and watched a movie. Which put me in a thinking mood. So i chose to come home instead of go bowling, and as i drove home i thought. I thought about a lot of things that make sense to me.
I came home and took a shower, then filled the bathtub and laid down. I closed my eyes and was just resting, thinking, late at night. Eventually I thought maybe i shouldnt fall asleep in the bath, so i got out and wrapped a towel around me. My mother was upstairs and i heard her turn off the tv and walk to her room. I said goodnight. I didnt really ask where my dad was, and even now that he's home i havent.
I can't read my mothers mind. I can guess.
My sister is at a friends house.
I made it sound like my parents fight, like i have family problems, thats not it.

im in this mood where i want to write. but its just not here not now.
okay?
lovelovelove
claudia