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Wednesday, 17 March 2004
 There's little I ever find more pleasurable than wallowing in self-pity, so last night I was very excited to get home and brood on something bad that happened to me at work. Unfortunately, I realized as I was pulling into my driveway that I had forgotten the abjection! D'oh! Then it occurred to me that I could effectively wallow in my forgetfulness, because I suspected that my previous feeling would have been so much more poignant and appropriate. So, wallowing last night was just okay—or, rather, it was excellent. I don't know. It was much like the vague contentment that's become an unwelcome thematic element in my life lately.
P.S. I started studying Kant tonight, just for something to do. After a while I concluded, "I Kant do it," and, "I'm Kantstipated." Then I Googled those sentences to see if anyone else had thought of them. Luckily, no one had. Only registered users can write comments.
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