A while ago, I found an old notebook of mine with PRIVATE scrawled across the cover. Oh boy.

I opened it up and prepared myself to read embarrassing entries about boys I liked in the fourth grade, but the only thing written in it was a note for my mom, dad, and other snoops.

HAHA! YOU FELL FOR IT.

I think I am the only one who fell for it. My nine-year-old self probably didn’t expect this to happen.

I don’t count sheep when I can’t fall asleep. I think of those Serta mattress sheep and I start to wonder if they are animated by the same folks who do Wallace & Gromit. When I can’t sleep, I think of felines curling up and going to sleep. It’s crazy, but it works for me.

Oddity #2: Whenever I wash and dry my favorite shirt, it always smells like Stockton’s photography lab. This makes me love the shirt even more. I always pull the little turtleneck/cowl thing up to smell it.