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Monday, November 26, 2007

Diet

My appetite and portion size has increased slowly but considerably
over the last few months. I'm going to have to cut down, which will
suck, because my body is now used to a certain amount of food and
will complain when that gets reduced.

In other news, my roommate seems to be taking the death of his
father pretty well. Movies have taught me that he should now be a
completely different person, and should be more in touch with his
feelings.

Movies were wrong. He's the same as he ever was.

Or he's just in denial about his father's suicide, and he's
liquoring and smoking pot to keep himself in an intoxicated state
so he doesn't really have time to think about it.

I'm not sure which one is true.

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You know those people who say they should start a blog or journal and they do? There are really two types of those people. The ones who start to write and realize they have nothing to say, and so stop trying, or the ones who start to write and realize they have nothing to say either, but continue anyways.