nothing makes me want to write in this blog like being in the middle of writing a paper. That's just how it works. Especially when it's not due until Monday. I believe that writing has a peak. There is a point after you begin that something useful, insightful, and worthwhile comes out*.
I don't think I really need to go into Thanksgiving. It was probably the same for most of you. I went out to a local bar afterward, maybe some of you didn't do that.
The other day I was listening to the Hyrule Symphony, and dozing off. My imagination ran wild with all sort of fantastical feats or heroism and requited love. It made me think, "Make your own world, live in it. Just be really good at coming back to reality." Most people have their own world in which they live. It's not just for LARPs or introverts or alcoholics. It really just relies on how well you incorporate that into real life. It's all about relating to other people and finding a place in life which you feel comfortable.
*(*)I once heard "Alcohol doesn't make you do anything, it lets you." Which, as sad as it may sound, contains a grain of trooth. I was skimming over the local comics and read Andy Capp and thought "Why the hell is this still in print?" A no good bar hopper who always comes home to an angry wife in hair curlers. Who cares. He even has his own Hot Fries. Way to go Andy. Why are you popular?
*i'm kidding
I don't have much to say right now.
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