Time has started to slow down and restlessness is starting to surface again. I'm not sure why by my anxiety has increased. My anxiety about life in general. I can't sit still, and when things start to slow down I spaz inwardly. The last couple days have... terrible. And I can't really explain why except that the days have just been dragging on and on. I started thinking about going home early. But when push comes to shove I'm about as likely to end this trip early as I am about to write a book on 80's shoelaces. It just isn't going to happen. And I guess that should comfort me- that no matter how I'm feelig or what I'd LIKE to do about it that I'm not going anywhere early.. Jan 29th will be rapidly approaching before I realize it and suddenly I'll be on my 747 back home and not know where all the time went. I just can't wait for Thailand- I'll be busting my body from sun up to dowm and I'll be.. BUSY. I can't wait, but I have to. So I'm filling my time with neverending workouts and walks in the sunshine. Research on the country and staying in touch with friends and family back home.. doing anything to get my mind of the holidays around the corner and the homesickness I'm BOUND to feel on that blessed Christmas day... I fed the kangaroos this morning. Things aren't that bad.