buh?

My mom went into my room.

And cleaned.

Obviously she didn't find anything particularly incriminating, because I would have heard about it already, but the idea of her in there before I've gotten a chance to get all incriminating items out gives me the heebie jeebies. Hell, anyone in there in general gives me chills. I hate having people in my room, even when it's clean.

I feel like I'm failing already. It makes me sad and tired. I have a day off tomorrow, but all I'm going to be thinking of is work. I need to find something else to occupy my mind when I'm not there. Not that I'm not there constantly. *sigh*