Ha, the confusion

I have no words to say with this fickle-mindedness, but someone helped me out with the hosting. So I'm back to my old blog, and though she emphasized that she wouldn't want to be thanked, a million thanks to you, and to my readers...

Junk

Blogger is still the same junk it was, six years ago. This makes me relive the dial-up Internet life I had in High School. Slow and boring.

I should read something relevant like How To Fight Depression or Life on Prozac. Not that I'm on Prozac, but I probably need one. In all honesty the only thing I can do lately is to clean the entire apartment. Every fucking day. I'm trying to read Robert Bly's What Have I Ever Lost By Dying? in between single-page reads of Nietzsche's Beyond Good and Evil. Above all, nothing's really moving lately.

I find myself watching movies. This is a private symptom of extreme boredom (and escapism, too) because I can't stand movies that much. Yesterday was G.I. Joe and David Lynch's Inland Empire. I have to cure myself by e-mailing my sister about stuff. Or, I don't know. I should drug myself to death.

That's too much for a first post, but it's so timely for my host to announce that my old blog, Menthol-Guy, will be terminated by next week. I should blog often; I've been forgetting my blogging therapy.