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Restless

 If you think about it, today has been productive, at least if you compare it to most of my summer days so far. I woke up early, had breakfast of oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins, went to physical therapy, went to the Deseret Industries for some shirts, did a load of laundry, started a book, updated my brother's blog and helped with dinner. But despite all those things, I have felt restless all day long. Like I just want to be outside, running. I suppose maybe it's a build up of energy or something. But it's energy I can't seem to disperse. My knee is aching today. Physical therapy was hard and then Hannah and I spent two hours at the D.I. Even though I really want to go for a walk or even (I really wish) a run, I can't go. I'm very tired of my knee. Very, very tired.

 So like I said, I updated my brother's blog. He's currently paying time in Central Utah Correctional Facility. He sends me some poems and I post them on his blog. Today's batch was DePressIng. With a capital D, P, and I. It's made me grateful for my own life but at the same time made my skin crawl. I don't know how much I'll be able to post if he keeps sending me melancholy poetry.

 I did buy some really cute shirts today though. But that was the highlight of my day and since then, I have noticed a distinct decline and even leveling off. I think what's worse than the restlessness I feel today is the knowledge that it will be a constant feeling until school starts September 9th.

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