Leave it to Bram to make me realize where I am with my life. That’s what childhood friends are for, really, to make you remember the dreams that you have still left unfulfilled. On the whole, I really can’t complain much, but there’s a pessimistic voice in the back of my head (errr, side of my head? I am taking a neuroscience course after all…. I really should be more precise about this kind of stuff….) that keeps telling me that I should be somewhere else, that it’s not good to be comfortable, at least not where I’m at. There are a lot more issues in my life that I have to deal with before I can even claim I’m on the pathway to all around stability.

I think it may be just my secret love of Chaos that keeps me down.

On another cryptic side note (another point in my fictional story that I started yesterday): what do you do when you know that someone has to say something to someone (anyone)–when someone just has to spill their guts, but you really don’t want to hear it, are afraid of what they have to say?

I mean, I could be totally wrong, blowing everything out of proportion. That’s what writers (and artists in general) do, isn’t it? Blow things out of proportion?

Like I said, I don’t know why I give a damn at all. It’s none of my business.

(By the way, this entry was mostly an attempt to test some code in my XSL stylesheet. Non-geeks can safely ignore this comment.)