urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:depressio depressio depressio pesimisms@delfi.lv depressio 2005-08-25T16:40:38Z 2005-08-25T16:40:38Z urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:depressio:542 2005-08-25T19:39:00 2005-08-25T19:39:00 2005-08-25T16:40:38Z 2005-08-25T16:40:38Z I grilled up some zucchini last night and, oh man, that was a good meal. Grilling vegetables by oneself on an old grill outside by the trashcans can be the most pleasant of dining experiences. It's like I always say, "Food should be consumed in the most depressing way possible." urn:lj:klab.lv:atom1:depressio:424 2005-08-24T21:49:00 2005-08-24T21:49:00 2005-08-24T18:52:08Z 2005-08-24T18:52:08Z Today a friend asked me to help him with his whistling, so I kept trying to explain to him how to do it, but he wasn't getting it. He finally just punched me on the side of my knee and said, "Whistle this." I don't know what that means. The punch didn't really hurt, so that was good. But then I told him that the punch didn't hurt. That was a mistake. Then he got his brother to punch me on the side of my knee. That one hurt. A lot. I started to elevate my mind so I wouldn't be able to feel the pain, but I decided that feeling the pain was better than feeling nothing at all. I have given the pain in my knee a name. I call him, "Kreigh."