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I feel as if the Twilight Zone is in full effect. I've seen three episodes of the Simpsons recently that I don't recall.

Reading Gourmet magazine makes me want a big shiny kitchen, that KitchenAid food processor, sharp knives, and lots of spices. I want to make things. Lots of things. Sigh.

No replies to the eight million resumes I have emailed this month. I feel so useful.

I am worried about lots of things.