Problem: i do nt have a lot of storage space in here cause i do nt have the big room , so i kind of have to pile things on lots of other things in a way that wo nt make everything tumble over and make a huge mess.i should get a cheap shelf thing or something ... friday night has been designated as my return from abroad celebration . i foresee me getting nice and happy on very little alcohol seeing as how i ve hardly had any in four months in addition to the weight i lost . i checked today , i m back around 134 . lame . i hit 150 right before i left .

What may I be currently looking up ?

A: My weight

Problem: A path toward an impossibly still darker patch of landscape . The tunnel . Behind him , silence reigned , save for the crackling of electricity where several frayed wires hung loosely from a hulking mass whose outline was too dim to make out . No footsteps followed and no one watched .

What may be the reason for posting this ?

A: To write a prose

Problem: I picked up my mom which went ok . I hate picking people up at airports though , that whole spot where you ca n't wait the whole minute while someone runs in to get the extra bag they could n't carry , not cool . Jackass who though he was cool on his little segway shooed me away but whatever .

Why was the person picking up his mom ?

A:
The plane which she on landed and she was ready to be picked up .