the curisous case

There are two hours left. Just 120 mineuts before the end of the year rolls around for western mountain time. And really, I don't care that much. There is nothing special or significant about this day for me, just another day in a sucession of days of weeks of months of years that just makes up my life. One of the many things that I picked up in my english class this past year has stuck with me the thoughts of the new year was on the lines of who we are today is who we are tomorrow and who we were ten years ago. Like the river. Always flowing alway moving so we are always who we are is who we have always have been and who we always have been. I like this idea. And with this idea comes a revlation that if this is indeed true, dates, times, places, don't hold as much significance as modern culture places on the them. Because we are always and yet never where we were or where we will be. It's interesting.
So with that, despite the fact that I am having a bit of a lame night, I don't really care all that much. It's all relative