I thought perhaps I'd have more to say for the New Year's. Resolutions and such; "a new year, new me." But I'm quite content with the current me, I think. And I sat on it, on the first of the January and of the year, well, some ambitions will spring in my mind to write down. There wasn't. I had the same ambitions as always. I guess this year I hope to enter some competitions because I hadn't the time for it the last year.
Holidays make you lazy. I guess a singular moment of stagnation then becomes another and I wake in the afternoons and forego breakfast. I don't know. I thought I'd have more to say.
During the evenings, the foods of the convenience store are half-off. We bought whatever caught our eye and in the cold outside the combine, I ate a stick of deep fried quail eggs. From there, you can see above the shrine and for the new year, the lanterns strung up and lit.
I've been having head pains. It's odd. I fell asleep with my head ringing as if the room was rotating, and I'd hold on tight onto the blanket, onto the mattress, as to not fall off. Migraine-induced rollercoaster ride.