I am so tired. I feel immense guilt that f@cebook is my main go-to annoy people source for documenting the day-to-day events of my life. it isn't right. It doesn't feel right.

I meant to read anything before bed.

Did I? no...

I would now except that I have to be up by 9 am to prepare to speak to a person who may very well be screwing me over at the college I am trying to go to.

It has been very windy here. it has finally, or should I say "once again" warmed up. I want to lose the weight I gained in my year off and get back to being able to wear those dresses. But the wind lately has impeded ability to go for a walk in the sun an d fresh air. I've decided to take up my elliptical again. Maybe, if I feel up to it, I will do that tomorrow. The ankle braces I got will help me to not strain.

I also still want o write. More than ever. I can feel school trying to take over my life again. I doubt I will let it. I refuse to go more than half time.

okay, 10 minutes of staring blankly at this screen says this means I need to go to bed.

~e