Today the evidence was discovered-- I'm starting to get fat again. Being fat's never been something as petty as a cosmetic or social ordeal for me... it's been terrible sleep, constantly feeling a little sick and a little incapable, being unable to breathe, unable to move the way my mind wants. A lot of us know this feeling... it's something some of us have lived with our entire lives, and never really grasped how terrible it was without something different to compare it to. I got in shape, and now I've fallen back... and it's mortifying. Like a creeping disease.

Today was surprisingly warm for the season, as I'm sure many felt. Warm, bright, save for that chilly wind cutting in. I've held a feeling of anticipation for the better part of the day in regards to people I'm trying to get back in touch with, and waiting for the surface to break and reveal something.

Kim made a wonderful dinner... wish I'd taken my time and enjoyed it more, but my mind was all over the place. I want to draw, but I--

... hm. I suppose the but is the fact that I'd even try to come up with a but. I'm being lazy. Let's see if I can't cook up something.

Happy Martin Luther King day, all.