2 steps forward, I take 2 steps back

Yeserday as I was cleaning out my desk I found a blue, canvas bound book in a drawer. When opened I found that there were 3 pages filled with a story called "Morning Is A Ledge" that I wrote sometime last year. The rest of the book is completely blank. Just that story, written very neatly and small and nothing else. I didn't stop writing after that or anything. I guess I just figured the book had given me all it could for the time being. I guess I'm weird about that sort of thing, but for the first time in my life I thought If I wasn't me and I met someone who did this,I 'd like them for it. It was an strange, out of body complimet because I generally don't like my work or myself.

I had planned to go and look at the school today, but since I took a sleeping pill last nigt and slept until 130pm today, I might forfeit. I need to ask myself some serious questions about what exastly I am planning on doing this coming school year. I'm not taking steps towards anything, but my inactivity is the eqivalent of taking steps towards working at at Starbucks forever. Make sense?