first words of the morning

i went to bed last night frustrated and contemplating something. i wouldnt pray i was so frustrated- i know. really dumb. i was mad. not at anyone. just something. anywho. my sister comes into my room wanting the keys to her car. apparently as she opened the door and was trying to be all sweet saying: melooody. then i say: WHY DOES IT EVEN MATTER?! all grumpy like and whatnot. she asked me if i even remembered saying that and i replied: no...i remember u were in the middle of my room asking me where your keys were located. and i said they were on the floor. whew. dont make me think to hard when i am heading to bed. i might snap when i wake up.