I've been walking a lot lately, for a couple of reasons. Back when I was living in Melbourne I used to just go out, leave the house and find things to write about. I usually ran across something stupid or interesting that I'd have to note down. I figure walking might be a catalyst to get me writing again. Hasn't worked so far, though. Secondly. I'm in terrible shape. I had to walk back from town last week and it near killed me. I remember stumbling around half way home gasping for air with my heart beating hard and thinking 'what the fuck? who replaced my body with an old man's?' So I've been walking around trying to find the bastard who has my real body.