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I'm having a really good night right now. This is quite an achievement, since I had such a crap day at work today. The reason for the turn around is that I promised myself that I'd drink no less than three beers when I got home, and I followed through, so I'm feeling pretty good right now. After I punished the beers, Gordon Biersch Mrzen, btw pretty good stuff, I spoke a really unsurprising phrase. "I am SO making nachos." So I'm eating the nachos as I type. They are as good as I'd knew they'd be. Anyway, this is only like the second time I've drank by myself at my house. I'm normally such a social drinker that the thought of drinking by myself isn't very appealing. It's more fun than I'd thought it'd be. Well, not really fun, but relaxing and satisfying.

Anyway, as I sat down to type this I accidentally went back and read some of my old blog posts from way back in the day. It's interesting. It seems like I'm reading someone else's words, like I am a totally different person now than I was then. I guess I am. Does everyone feel that way? I never really understood why people did this sort of thing before, so I never really took blogging/journal writing seriously, but it's actually kind of cool. It gives you an insight as to what sort of person you are now compared to the stranger that you were back then. Maybe I'll try to write more. I saw a couple of posts that I made a few years ago about my ex-girlfriend. I was being all emo and stuff. I still miss her. I'm not all emo about it anymore I guess, but I still miss her. Now when I think about her though I don't really feel sad anymore. I just remember how being with her used to be and it makes me happy. I guess that's how I know that I was really in love with her. I still miss her though.