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dkmfc got me addicted to Katamari. That bastard. Now I have the theme song stuck in my head. It's a wonderfully absurd little game though. I like absurd things.

I went to Barnes and Noble this evening and got chatted up by an older gentleman in the Eastern Philosophy section. We discussed how we disliked Tuscaloosa. He explained he had only come back for a while due to him and his wife separating. Poor sap. He seemed lonely and desperate for someone to talk to. I am usually that person that people talk to when they're desperate for someone to talk to. I guess the fact that I tend to be an understanding and non-judgmental person transcends all normal social barriers so perfect strangers feel as if they can have deep and meaningful conversations with me without even knowing who I am.

He said he wasn't afraid of death. That he welcomed it. He had these really lovely brilliant blue eyes though they had a stark and desolate quality about them. Like glaciers set in skin.

I told him that he needed to find the good in everyday things. Little things like the way leaves fall from trees or the patterns in which the birds fly south. It is usually the smallest things that bring us the greatest amounts of satisfaction and happiness.

He nodded.

I excused myself and got the hell out of dodge. It was getting late.