So it seems like life is so much more fulfilling when you're constantly running but in doing so you miss the quiet time that is also invaluable and gone forever. Like time spent with pets, or time just spent resting and powering back up. Then when your sitting and not "doing much" you regret having a million things to do. I I personally feel accomplished after a marathon lunch hour with 10 different errands scattered all over midtown, maybe its just the adrenaline high :/ I dunno but it just seems as though the grass is always greener. When I'm busy and I've filled my calendar I complain about being so tired, when I'm bored I regret not "living it up" I guess there's balance to be found in everything. >_> w.e w.e you know I prefer a thousand things to do lmfaoo STAY IN DA SCKEETZ