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Weblog | I don't like the word blog, it's ugly. Anyway, new content happens here. (Swedish dito)
About me and the site | Twenty-something male who likes text. Obsessed with things such as books, reality, communication, and one or two tv-shows.
Archives | Things written here since... well, 2001. Some of it is good, some is utter shait.
Books | Books read, not books written. So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.
Photo | I like my camera and it likes me.
Links | Outwards, away, flee.
e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson
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2002-12-25
Christmas has passed. Again. And it was like any other Christmas. I got restless, bored, and then depressed. It never fails and I don’t know why. I think I’m allergic to the date or something, because I can’t find any other cause. Christmas is the most boring date of the year. There is nothing to do and everything seems totally pointless.
I must have watched Once More With Feeling ten times or so. Perhaps even more. The soundtrack has been spinning in the cd-player as well. It helped a great deal.
Next week: train, Gothenburg, people, books.
