The Blood In My Mouth

Getting up this morning was a little rough, but completely worth it.

Walking was nice except that it was cool enough that my exposed ears become so terribly cold. That's honestly my least favorite part of being cold. Ears are just such a hassle in these times aching as you come in.

Also, I got a cut in my mouth and my blood tastes more metallic than ordinary. Does that mean I'm not anemic anymore? Maybe I'm too in tune to things that don't matter. Wait, no, I definitely am. Oh well, sometimes I like that about me.

At this point in life I feel like I have so many positive options in my future and it is difficult to choose. I don't want to walk down one path only to regret it, turn heal to take off on another and realize that I cannot go back...kind of like in Mario...why wouldn't they just let me walk back?

I guess growing up is gaining the ability to not need to go back. Growing up is advancing one inch closer to an idealized perfection one can never quite achieve. Pessimistic, or realistic...you decide.

P.S. All I've been eating are turkey sandwichs and toast and jam...and drinking oj. I like it.