Meh

Not quite sure what's up with me these days. I'm having a hard time keeping my mind away from certain areas, and I'm not liking it a bit. I'm beginning to feel a lot like I did in ninth grade, and again in about October; not a place I really want to go back to, especially not now. Reading Outlander (by Diana Gabaldon) isn't helping matters, either.

I'll just go and try not to scratch at the nasty, flaking, peeling, oozing mass of skin that is my shoulder, eh?