I dunno why but all of a sudden I've got this great urge just to stick clothes in a suitcase, fly somewhere and see the world until I don't really have any option other than coming home.

I dunno why either. life's pretty cushy.

I've almost graduated. (after half a decades and 3 different degrees)

i got really ill earlier in the year but at least i'm here to complain (which i very well may not have been)

my part time job is kind of shit just now but it swings like this all the time and im sure i could find another pub to employ a bar monkey for minimum wage

im seeing this new girl and things are going great and it's the happiest ive been with a girl for a long time.


i really do have nothing to moan or any reason to disappear but i just feel kinda restless to the point where I kind of don't want to succeed in my postgraduate application so I can head to south korea for a year

anyone else ever just get restless for no real reason?