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I like being Irish. I've never really thought about it that much, though. I think it's funny that the holiday for the Irish has evolved into a holiday that is almost entirely about drinking. Too bad I'm not much of a drinker. It's kinda fun to be drunk, but the feeling has something peculiar about. Something... artificial, I guess. Not like smoking canabis. That felt more natural. Anyway, both those days are behind me. It's nice to have a clear head. Even though I'm sober, my head is still pretty messed up, however. I have ecstacy to thank for that bullshit. Stupid ecstacy. Worst move I ever made was to do that shit, I think. Well, maybe not the worst move, because it did result in some fun times, but the questions remains: was it worth the damage to the mind for those fun times? Maybe... It's now harder to concentrate than before and I have a high number of anxiety attacks that I never had before. Anyway, um, being Irish is fun. I'm also part German. Being German is kinda neat too. They're engineers and I like things that are related to science. Maybe that part is in my genes. And finally comes the English blood. I don't really like the English in me. They have too much oppresion in their history. Now, uh, why was I typing all this? Oh yeah. St. Patrick's Day. I'm just glad I don't have to work Thursday and Friday. I think I'll look into going to a St. Patrick's Day parade. I haven't been to one of those in almost 10 years. Actually, I forgot they even had them until just now. It's strange what your memory lets you forget. I think I'm just rambling now. That's ok, though. I don't think anyone reads these entries anyway. I think Rocket reads them sometimes, but not every entry I write. So it kinda feels like I'm just a-talking to myself. On that note, it's time to get ready for bed. Zzz.