Nothing

I have absolutely nothing to write about but I'm writing anyway. I have been at home for the last few days since when I walk I look a like a 90 year old. I'm getting better though.

For some reason I feel anxious for something to happen. It's as if I know that something interesting will happen in the next 6 months, just like the last 6 months have been relatively eventful.

When one door closes another opens.

I'm a bit excited about looking for a new job because that means I'll get to meet new people and that's always fun. Also next semester I have all new classes which means meeting even more new people.

Max hasn't emailed for almost 2 weeks which is fine with me because I'm back to my normal self.