My semester was a bomb
My waist is 27 inches (it used to be 25.5)
I'm eating at night again
I want to run away.
I think I want...nature. Camping, hiking, and maybe several outings on boats.
I do think that the end of the semester is clearing my brain-fog a bit. Which is great.
Nothing I want to happen is going to happen in the near future, though.
I need stimulation. I'm incredibly bored with my life.