December 5, 2009
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No recipes today. Sorry.
I have some…interesting things I tried over Thanksgiving, but no pictures and such.
Honestly, I feel like there’s no point to posting in this blog anymore. I want to, but it’s become more of a diary of sorts. There really is no difference between a blog and a diary except that people read the former. If no one reads a blog, doesn’t that make it a diary?
I think it’s just the Christmas-ness that’s all around. After all, misery does love company.
There’s something about this time of year that makes me feel strange inside. It’s not the weather because I’ve spent Christmas in warm places and felt even worse. It’s not finals either, although those probably don’t help.
It’s just this horribly horrible feeling, like knowing that you’re going to die tomorrow and there’s nothing you can do about it. Except it’s worse, because there’s no cause, there’s nothing to attribute the feeling to and, without that, it all feels so useless.
Why feel at all?
Maybe it’s because of the realization that another year has passed. Time has gone on, people were born, people died, things are different, but-really-nothing is ever different. Everyone else has moved on, but all you can do is watch the trains go by, one by one.
So, you wait for all eternity on Platform 13, which you know will probably never be fixed because it never has been before.