Happy Winter Solstice!

Or summer, for those of you living on the other side of the world.

Today has been evilly cold, or at least felt like it; it's not that cold actually, about -5°C, but it feels like Absolute Zero.
For the last few hours, I've felt like crying and I have no fucking reason to. I can't blame the 'darkest day of the year' thing; I can't blame my usual procrastination catching up with me, for that is self-inflicted; I can't blame the general Christmas trouble, although I do hate that holiday at least as much as I like it; I can't even blame the fact that this night two years ago, my godfather had his lethal accident, for that didn't affect me so last year.
(Or maybe I can; I just talked to my grandmother on the phone and that pushed me over the brink.)

I can either cry or gripe; I usually try the latter for the sake of my dignity until it fails. Sorry, Jörg; it really has nothing to do with you.

I'm afraid the Yule celebrations are going to be rather bleak.

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( Frohe Wintersonnwende! )

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