That fired me up. I feel great now. Hitting things is a fun way to work out. I recently got home from that boxing club on Gottingen Street. You know the one in the middle of the gay village? It was a really great time. I've been looking for something to do to kick my ass into shape. I think I will be there every Saturday afternoon. I liked it that much.

The problem is that now I'm all energized. I want to do something. It's so nice out. But that would break my new rule of not really leaving the house except for work and such. I guess I might go to a party later. Or something.

I'm tired of worrying so much about everything. Whatever. I understand the multitude of reasons and complexities. I understand them, but am sick of them.

Three years ago I remembered my malachite. I'm gonna go see if it's still in that jewellery box. I never would've gotten rid of it.