Obviously, I should post more often.

So it is November and today is the first day that it's actually FELT like November. The weather, though very nice, was starting to weird me out. I remember wearing my winter coat at the end of October in years past and lately I've been running outside in mere t-shirts. However, this morning I had the fleece and the Milwaukee County Parks knit hat on. The going was a bit slow and rough, but the cold air tearing up my lungs was satisfying in that "hey I got up early and actually went running" sort of way.

I'm feeling a bit slow as of late. Slow not only in thinking, but reacting. In all honesty, I'm not even sure that slow is the right word. Things are downshifting. A bit of a lull before something big happens. Big excitement? Big ideas? Big depression? I don't know. I haven't had much to say lately. I'm worried about not graduating in spring, but have yet to talk to an advisor. I'm worried about being broke, but have yet to demand more hours. I'm worried about having my heart broken, yet I keep proceeding with caution in that relationship. I'm worried about what the fuck I'm going to do with myself in the next year.

Maybe I shouldn't worry at all. I could always become a mailperson.