February 20th, 2007

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Pancaked pain

Well, as of a hour ago, it's officially National Pancake Day. The problem is, I don't want to go get any. It's just become a greater and greater hurdle to leave the house when I don't need to. It's a price payed in pain and it seems that few things are worthwhile. The only things I do end up going to are those events that I've made commitments on in one form or another and as we saw with the Chinese New Year fiasco, sometimes not even then.

It's hardly as if I need pancakes, but it was a lot of fun going last year and I like the idea of making it a tradition of sorts. I've already stopped attending meetups and haven't been to one in around 3 months now and I wonder if things keep getting worse, how long it'll be before I cease to function entirely. There are times I wish I could just strap some explosives to myself and go off and be a suicide bomber. Maybe the next time Ahmadinejad just happens to be in the neighborhood. I don't even want the 72 black-eyed virgins or crystal-clear raisins. Just some release and peace might be nice.