8:48

it's getting kinda dark out.  The sunset is beautiful, with vivid oranges and pinks.  The accual SUN was orange.  I can hear the chant of the washer.  I can feel the fog of monday on my head, making it harder for me to keep it up.   I can hear my mom's and I's breath.  The loudest sound is the keys styping these words.  My mom's footsteps seem all too loud, and my back feel like it hurts, altho I'm not sure why.  My mom sits on the couch.  She tells me I should get off the computer soon.  I agree.  I will either read or watch tv after this.  Probably a little of both.