Seems realizing that there was a problem yesterday galvanized me into going out and about. I actually got quite a bit done, and even gave my van an oil change. I've always loved long walks at night, and last night was no different. The fact that it was the perfect mix of balmy, with a cool breeze gave me the best weather possible. While walking, I simply listened to music, and tried not to think a whole lot. Thinking just screws up otherwise good fun sometimes. After about an hour or three, I finally came home, took a nice, long shower, and went to my room for a while to play games while my mate slept. I try to run on a minimum of three hours, so that makes it easy to pursue hobbies. By the time everything was said and done, I was feeling pretty good about myself again. Maybe watching the grass grow is a good thing, as long as later you're willing to go out and trample it while you move around, and get things done.