Vladmir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
A joke so poorly told and so unfunny that one cannot help but laugh
The closest definition is a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.
A mother who relentlessly pushes her children toward academic achievement.
So in sad news, our own imifumei has sent me a message to advise that she has taken a job overseas, and will no longer be able to post. Sad to see you go, but it was great having you! You'll always be welcome back if you want. :D
Now, you might have noticed a bit of a lack of posting of late. I can hardly speak, since I've had some issues catching up, but there seems to be only three regular posters now. I admity I've been remiss myself, and might not have seen if anyone's posted about needing to take a break or quit, so I'm not sure where all the posters stand. Do we have any new volunteers to help pick up the slack?
Let me know!