I've realised that you don't miss breathing until you only have one nostril to preform the practice in.
See it's an on going legacy in my hometown to have everyone have colds for the winter. I'm not talking part of the winter oh no, I'm talking about the WHOLE season. Right now, yeah, it's winter and I'm sick. There's four decongestants and alot of tea running through my system and I've killed about sixty trees with tissues. Huza.
Speaking of weird traditions, my family has this thing about eating soup. Veggie Beef soup, Creme of Broccoli soup, Tomato soup; name the soup and we have it. Now, I like soup. It's good stuff and not too expensive. I am personally of the opinion that soup is one of the greatest inventions mankind has ever achieved. I just would like to have something different, oh say, once every three months. Because that's all we've been eating. Endlessly. For three bloody months. Soup. Ugh.
School starts in again tomorrow and in two days Elijah Wood will be 22. There's snow out on the ground and the sun's starting to head underneath the trees in my backyard. As I sit here in our study in the quiet glow of early evening with my warm fuzzy sweatshirt and runny nose, I begin to think that maybe, just maybe, the world isn't so bad after all. Perhaps if we all learned to just get along with each other, things wouldn't be so bad.
And then Mum tells me we're having soup for dinner.