I have that weird feeling in my stomach like something awful is going to happen, but I don't know what.
I'm worried I am one of those people who always sees the grass as being greener somewhere else. I wasn't pleased with my life at home until the very end of the summer and now it's serves as something idealized that I want to get back to.
Something about the early morning makes everything feel terrible. I walk around in my underwear with the lights on and the curtains over assuming no one else is awake, but I could be wrong.
I need to start writing everyday. Look I told Chad that Michelle and I are on Dogzplot and he posted about us on his blog.