Sri Lanka?

2004-11-27 | 9:50 p.m.

It is at times like this that my own complete lack of sense actually astounds me. One would think that at some point one would come to terms with this; to them I say "you have not just done an incredibly stupid thing in a blog just because you wanted things to be organized in alphabetical order, have you?" The inevitable "What the hell are you talking about?" ensues, and I run away.
On to less self-deprecating matters, it has been a pretty decent time since the ridiculously depressing lows of the last entry on this fine online thought repository. The inherent problem, of course, is that I must be vague or leave things out entirely, but at times of extreme emotion this caution is forgotten, leading to some self-incriminating text. No matter. Must stay on task. The three-day week was not particularly great; phantom headaches and other pains plagued me throughout school time, and the irritability some folk displayed made me, in turn, quite angry myself. However, it seems all interpersonal problems have been mended and satisfaction is right ahead.
The weekend officially began for me with a half-hour trudge through the "blizzard," snow melting and re-freezing in my hair and forming a pall around my coat, wind whipping the strange mixture of snow and freezing rain at my face while I felt the pinpricks of cold on my hands slowly dulling down into numbness. That was the most eventful part of my day Wednesday, so I focused on that. Thursday, a hurried, modest thanksgiving dinner, Friday a delightful shindig, and today was a lot of sitting at home, unbroken but for a half-hour walk I took around the neighborhood. The darkness and cold - two things I hate most about winter - appealed to me tonight, and so I could not help but take a walk. With the wind battering my face and my hands numbing, I am able to forget all the details and trappings of life; the only real 'fear' I have is that of death, and once survival instinct purges me of all unconscious thought, I am at peace. Never does one feel such exhilaration as when one can be staring death in the face; once more, without the trappings of society, but on a purely primal level. Of course, this all sounds like crap now, but during the walk it was all very poetic. No matter.
As always, I reach the point where my ramblings cease to make any sense to me, even within my head. All I can say is that the more personal reason I hate winter is still present and active, but I am not even paying attention to it, and hence winter will merely be "really damn cold but also fun."

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