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What's more normal: waking up in a good mood or a bad mood? Today, for me, was a bad-mood day. By bad mood, I don't mean that I was snapping at people and having a McEnroe-class fit. I was just kind of quiet and bored all day. It's like I found satisfaction in nothing that I did. That said, when I finished class today, I didn't really feel the usual feelings of relief that are normally felt on a Friday. Afterwards, I ate dinner in a cafeteria. Since there was really nothing better to eat, I had cake and meatballs. I had then planned to sit around my house and do nothing but watch the U. S. Open, but I got out a little and visited my old friends in the old dorm.¹ Then, I was unagressively kidnapped into attending a skate party in Springdale. I didn't really feel like going, but I went anyway.

I know that many people like to write in their weblogs about how their day was. I would hate to bore you with those kind of details; I like to write about meaningful, philosophical junk. So, my meaningful thought for the day is this: I couldn't help wondering that rollerskating is just NASCAR on depressants².

1. Which turned out to only be one friend since everyone was other places.
2. Or, if you prefer to see it this way, NASCAR is rollerskating on steroids.