So, here’s something you runner-types predicted, but I never believed you: I am going for a run in half an hour, and I can’t wait. I would go right now if I wasn’t waiting for Ty. I am downright looking forward to this run.

I had a crappy afternoon. My thesis is behind schedule, a job that was offered to me turned into a different, less desirable job with fewer hours, and I haven’t been able to focus all week. I have no idea what I will be doing in four weeks, or where, or with who. I am sitting here at this computer, not working on my thesis, looking out the window and thinking, I would like to be running right now, it would be cold and sunny and I wouldn’t have to be dealing with any of this.

Well shit.