angsty angst

So here I am writing again.

I don't know what's going on in me. I have been here before, or have I? I have a strange sense of wandering again, but also of soul searching and longing. I recognize myself and think of who I want to be and who I want to help. I am re-arranging myself to be financially more stable.

All this thinking is fun, but I think I should start reading again. I've started walking home from my boss' house everynight, so that is good exercise. (30+ blocks or so)

I want to get in better shape, but I think I need to find someone to inspire me to get out a little more often, and maybe take up jogging with me. We'll see.

Anyway, I'm sleepy, catch you later-
T