A walk doesn’t help

I went for a walk. I wandered down to the beach, where the fog was so thick that I couldn’t see the boardwalk from the water. I sat out on the rocks, the mist rolled past me (you could see it going by) and the whole place was muffled… I couldn’t even tell I was in a city anymore, it was nice. The air was really thick though. It was nearly hard to breathe, extremely humid air. The fog/mist was really cool though. My leg still aches from pulling it last monday when I stretched. Anyhow, I took my written journal, ranted a whole lot in there about stuff, wrote down some observations that I might transfer over here later, or I might not. bleah. Still stressed.