So today I decided to walk down my long gravel drive-way, and along the road to my mail box in my bare feet. It felt good, who knew walking along rough and occasionally sharp gravel then standing on a hot asphalt would actually feel kind of nice? I certainly never thought of it, and tomorrow I'll do it again. Even if I have to park my car and walk back down just to do it.

In other news.

I have a desire to create and a desire to let out my inner maniac. Putting the two together I'll most likely manage to write some pretty terrible self-indulgent stories. Though maybe I should actually try to make something decent that would be worth reading? I damn near had panic attacks going to my college writing courses, so I'll probably have to brush up on those skills. Whatever I make at first will probably never be seen by any living mortal, at least not living when I get through with them. Though I may post my first work if only for the novelty factor.

We shall see what comes of that, but in the meantime, if anyone actually reads this and cares point out some tips, I'll be happy to have them. Though my mind is practically melting with ideas so no need to put those forward unless you really want me to ignore them. Don't expect anything soon!