dear diary.

It's like I've been living in a little shell. Peter's parents have been in Chicago and we've been housesitting for them. Taking their old dog Penny on long walks and short walks, smelling her stinky breath, cleaning up after her, being woken up way too early in the morning by little whines, being pounced on at night, but after all of that...she still manages to be cute. And I haven't been going anywhere because everything I need is at La Casa De Los Padres. Add being sick onto that and I've been a right ol' pile of lazy bones. Yesterday I managed to go on a run. Okay, a run-walk. That's where you run till you can't run anymore, than walk briskly, or slowly, or whatever you want. I listened to Ask Me Another and laughed, and laughed... I might of looked maniacal.

Today I'm back to work, after some very inconsistent hours last week. And THIS weekend I'm off to New Orleans (for the very first time) with some good friends to celebrate a birthday. Oh, and guess what? I'm still on antibiotics. Bad...bad timing. And I don't know what is going to become of me as time slips away. Am I being productive? Getting the most out of life? Do I need to travel more? I want to travel more, is it responsible to take out a loan and travel? Why am I always questioning myself? Shouldn't I know what's best for me, since I am me? This age is overwhelming. I'm feeling crunched for time, like it's going to run out tomorrow. Yeah, I'm still young. "Your whole life is ahead of you." "Stop complaining and be happy with what you have." "Just be." It's so easy for us to tell others what to do. It's not easy telling ourselves what to do. I think this is all I've got.