I just realized that my last post was pretty boringly written. Thinking of it my conclusion is that it’s easier to write good about bad stuff. It feels like when I write about things that have been good it turns out strained and unnatural in text even if I don’t feel that way in reality. Maybe it has something to do with how bad people in general and myself in particular are when it comes to receiving compliments or commendations. I don’t know. But I do know that I am late for bed. Good night.