An Odd Thought

It just occured to me, though it should have long ago, that I’m probably just as strange to my sister as she is to me. We lead completely different lives, and we’ve acknowledged our differences to each other readily, but it has never really sunk in that she probably sees me as the odd one. Oh well. I don’t think it really affects anything. I do think she’s pretty freaking cool, and I wish we could see each other more, but she’s usually busy doing all this achieve-y stuff, and I sleep odd hours.