now that i'm the one being haunted to update, i know how mark feels.

and i dont really have anything to say, so this will be cheap. an excerpt from a book i still haven't finished, but found the other day. i like it. i feel like it applies to me in some sort of way.

That high elegant voice. Someday, when the war was over, I'd go to London and ask Mary Hopkin to marry me. That's another thing Nam does to you. It turns you sentimental; it makes you want to hook up with girls like Mary Hopkin. You learn, finally, that you'll die, and so you try to hang on to your own life, that gentle, naive kid you used to be, but then after a while the sentiment takes over, and the sadness, because you know for a fact that you can't ever bring any of it back again. You just can't. Those were the days, she sang.

-Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried