A com­pletely inap­pro­pri­ate title for what could be oth­er­wise described as a very anti-climactic day. Okay, so it's Inde­pen­dence Day. Wahoo.

Or maybe I'm just cynical.

This is sup­posed to be a day where, we, as a nation, revel in our own mag­nif­i­cence­for being a "free" coun­try. For­give me if I'm not the first one to stand up and say: "I love being an Amer­i­can!" Quite the con­trary, in fact. Don't get me wrongI'm not anti-America, but I'm not pro-America either. The sad truth of it is that we are not the best coun­try in the world. But I really have no rea­son to be stand­ing on this soap­box, so I should get down now. I'm ter­ri­fied of heights anyway.

Truth­fully, we're sup­posed to be cel­e­brat­ing our inde­pen­dence. Well, inde­pen­dence is…

Bor­ing.

In con­text, co-dependence is so much more fun! Always a new prob­lem, always some­thing to solve. Always some­one to hold. Independencenothing.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna get all melan­choly here. After all, his­tory tells me that I've done it too much already. But I am try­ing to think: What was I doing on July 4, 2001? Hmm.… Ohh yeah, Megan and I drove up to Horse­tooth to watch the fire­works (with 4 or 500 of our clos­est friends), and then we went to Tri­an­gle fra­ter­ni­ty­where she had her first rum and coke. Ha! 'Twas a fun night.

What have I done today? Well, I'm writ­ing this at the moment. And this sin­gle act shall rep­re­sent the largest amount of move­ment I've made today, and isn't that spe­cial. :rolleyes: It doesn't make me sad per se, just… stag­nate… I guess.

I sup­pose I should be doing some­thing pro­duc­tive, like work­ing on the site or my col­umn, but I'm really.… unmo­ti­vated right now. Guess it just feels like some­one kicked me in the stom­ach and knocked the wind outta me, but with­out the con­fronta­tion. I guess that's a blessing.