It’s been a couple of sad/disappointing past few days. Actually, no, it’s mostly all today. First off, winter holiday comes to an end. I don’t have class, but there’s a significant lack of “awesome I can do whatever I want and not feel guilty” sentiment. And iTunes mocked me by putting on my Christmas music intermittently. Secondly, I watched that depressing/bittersweet Japanese short film about a girl and her dog and I was just reminded of my own late canine friend. Third, I can’t find my fountain pens. Fourth, I realized my bank had been charging me fees that weren’t supposed to be charged. Fifth, I beat Professor Layton and the Unwound Future, and that was a bit of a sad ending.
Sixth—and this is the worst—I was digging through my boxes looking for aforementioned fountain pens, and I found something that was like uncovering a picture of a recently deceased relative. Regret for missed opportunities, an aching for their presence…yep, all of it.
I found my friend’s birthday gift to me from a year or two ago.
It’s a $25 gift card to Borders.
This is like life slapping me in the face, pointing and laughing as I fall down from the shock of its appalling and sudden rudeness.
I still can’t find my fountain pens.