Yesterday, I worked, and went into the city with Basil and bought some books after that. I was in a kind of antisocial mood, though. I'm not sure I'm very good at being friends with people, sometimes. Today… I did very little. Reading. A novel. A novella. Two different manga series. Plus Russell's History of Western Philosophy, which kept me in touch with my dislike of Plato.
I made some fried rice, added onion, kimchi, laver (Korean garnish seaweed) and tons of red pepper in a smidgen of sesame oil. It was very simple and delicious. I thought about snow, and listened to Cat Stevens and then Cold (they're an alternative rock group, their "Thirteen Ways to Bleed on Stage" is one of my favorite albums of all time — all the tracks on it are in my favorites list). And now, The Cure.
I have less than 5 months left on my contract. I'm currently feeling like I need to go back to the U.S. after this. That I have an obligation to. That I should. Why? My taxes being a mess, for one. My disconnect with my family, for another. But part of me doesn't want to.
What I'm listening to right now.
Cold, "Just Got Wicked." [youtube embed added 2011 as part of background noise.]