I'm feeling all restless--agitated, for lack of a better word. I don't know what it is, really. It's not as if I don't have plenty of things to do, but I'm not doing them. And I keep thinking about what it is I'm supposed to do next, in a bigger sense than the paper I need to write tomorrow.

I mean, what the hell I'm I going to do with my life?

I can think of the things I enjoy doing. I enjoy writing, and drawing. I enjoy playing on the computer. I enjoy figuring out how to solve people's problems, in terms of figuring out how to say something in a will or a contract. I don't mind doing title searches or writing deeds, but I don't want to work in some office where I need to be there 7am to 7pm six days a week.

Is it worth the risk to work for yourself? I don't know.

And I don't think that's why I'm feeling restless, I think I am thinking of these things *because* I am feeling restless.

Sigh.