What is wrong about Winter? Well, what the fuck isn't? Maybe it's just the stupid monotony that gets to me, or maybe.... well, the birds obviously don't give a shit and left us ages ago except for the few stupid ones that thought adapting to our weather was a good idea. And this time around there's not even any snow to brigthen the spectrum of colours, which consists mostly of grey.

Oh, and I was told that someone was actually reading parts of this blog and enjoying it, which baffles me unless that person for some reason was reading some of the earlier posts and actually liked the overabundantly depressive tone. Between boring descriptions of what games I've been playing or books I've been reading and the occasional depressive rant, I don't really post anything interesting here, and if anything fundamentally interesting happened in my life, it probably wouldn't go here anyway.

Which made me think the other day about creating a second blog, something which I've been considering before, for essay purposes, because IF someone is possessed with the idea to read what I'm writing, at least they'll have more to read than the self-pitiying manifestations of my average state of mind.