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Well, I want to post something, not leave the front page of Insult dormant, but the usual oh-bah-it's-exams whining doesn't seem like it'll do.
I've been thinking about my own death more lately. Why, I don't really know. I think it may have something to dowith a feeling of personal growth, with my having begun to encounter things that I've been putting off for a long time, read: driver's licence and college graduation. Moving along some path, I'll guess, makes me feel as if I'm moving closer to death. I wouldn't say that I really worry about it, just that I think about it. At times I do feel as if I have a bomb in my chest. I'm healthier than I think I might have ever been, so this sort of stuff makes even less sense than it might usually. It's really about the stupidest thing I can think of to worry about.
Ah well. Things are generally fine.