One of the things I lament about my life is that I have nothing to look forward to, nothing to plan for, no goals to strive for (and just so you know,it's really bugging me not to have written that correctly, but sometimes writing, "nothing about which to look forward", etc, makes me feel like an ass...), but today something dawned on me. I'm leaving for Europe in about 5-6 weeks! I really wanted to be in decent shape by the time I get there, and this injury has really set me back, so I'm going to try to get serious. No drinking, some form of exercise every day, and much better meals, hopefully cooked at home. It's only a few weeks, and it'll be a good step towards getting my shit back together. At least, as much as I can anyway. Knowing my track record, I'll not make it the full 5-6 weeks, but at least I can try. I'm a little concerned that once I get there, I may not want to come back, though! The thought of coming back to this place after such a cool trip is a little... I don't know. Disheartening. Got to try to not focus on that...
10:07 p.m. - 2013-08-15
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