42 year old malcontent who reads too much and then worries about it and thinks that he's doing nothing useful but then realizes he really isn't doing anything useful (for himself or others) and then manically looks around the house for something to do in a ridiculous attempt to placate himself with activities designed to fool him into thinking he's productive, only to realize own much he really wanted to read that book by so-and-so, so he gets frustrated and drops everything to spend the afternoon growing spores on the sofa while reading said book.

[Feb 14 2003]


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