I'm sitting here pondering about what to write. I still had an
unfinished phlog entry from mid September stored here that I will
never finish. I do not only suck at writing, but I always feel like
there is nothing to write about. Nothing ever happens in my life or at
least nothing worth mentioning.
That is also where the - now deleted - entry started off, with some
rant about me entering zombie mode and surrendering to consumption
without creating anything.
Major points this year were of course my mother's mild heart
attack (she is well right now, thank God), me partaking in a health
boot camp (still doing the exercises at home) and a visit to Brussels
and London. The latter was great, I could go to London any time.
Brussels is also beautiful, but the Brussels Midi train station
neighborhood looks like Africa with blacks everywhere hanging out in
groups on every corner. It's a shame that this should be the capital
of Europe... And here in Germany we also cannot celebrate Christmas
without some mass killings by arabs (I don't care who they are,
they're fucking arabs for me). OK, this train of thoughts is going a
bit too far so let's cut it out here.
Wife is in the kitchen preparing some delicious things. As usual we
prefer to celebrate for ourselves as we are both rather on the
introvert end of the spectrum and find going out and all the people
tiresome.
It was not a bad year all in all, let's hope for a better 2025.
Happy New Year!
