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[threeplusfire]

We are all over committed in such strange ways, she said. I haven't heard anything more true about this state of being lately.

The apartment is sorely in need of cleaning. But when I start thinking about it, I have that Frodo moment. "I can't do this, Sam." What I need is a new cd to sing along with and a pleasant enough day with no other obligations. Instead, I'll sign up for my health insurance and mess with inconsequential things. Such as debate the wisdom of eating Chinese food.

It has come to the point where I no longer feel guilty for leaving journalism. The things I wanted to do would never be done in this world. The age of newsprint empires and stories that could change an entire world with the truth has passed. We are left with the dubious comfort and smothering presence of info-tainment. It's not real, and they know it.

Even just spending one night over at the apartment has obviously changed my level of stress.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's random. The frozen food aisle is neat.

I'm trying to decide if I feel up to eating a real meal, as I haven't had one since all this madness started.

Thanks for the message, btw.