I don’t run much; i am not used to the rhythm of my footfalls and how the ground echoes my impact back up through my legs.

I am at a loss for words, lately. Much like Rabi, i am being drowned in this week’s swirling whirlwind of work. I don’t know how i feel… or, maybe i do know how i feel and i just can’t quite put it into wording that works on the web.

Last night i got home for good around one in the morning, and got to sleep an undetermined amount of time later. Today i left the house just before eleven, and i think i might make it home within twelve hours. This is exciting.

I need a weekend.