I've been doing a lot of breathing lately. that's weird to read, isn't it. i'm not exactly sure what it is i'm trying to get across...oh yes, i know- i spend a lot of time focussing on breathing. stress. everything comes at once, everyday. no days off of work, no free time, no time to rest, even. oh sure, i sleep all the time, but it's more of a pass-out thing then a respite. the worst of it is i tend not to sleep at night anymore, i just can't fall asleep. i need a better diet. i like to sit around and read- haven't done in a while. i like to paint- i did last week a few times, then i ran out of paint. sometimes i feel like i can't feel my arms, and they just move on their own-independent from the rest of me. i guess the word is blank, and not so much where there is nothing- but blank as in, there's so much to do- it bottlenecks and ultimately, nothing gets done. kind of like when you wake up in the morning and you're running super late- you jump out of bed and thirty thousand things rush into your head, and knowing you should do some of them, you don'tknow which to do first, so you just stand there..or run in little circles, half doing some of them. we didn't have our midterm last week, so i suppose it's tonight. i didn't even buy the book for that class... it's raining outside and has been all day. my feet hurt, bye :]