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Swamped by a tide of hard feelings: wasted my life, squandered so many opportunities, don't even do things I enjoy doing, idle sod.

Realizing that this self-loathing arise from two principle causes (leaving aside the issue of whether any of those feelings might have a basis in fact): far too much time spent in front of the computer, and too little contact with live humans. The last person I spoke to face-to-face was the cashier at the supermarket, thirty-one hours ago.

[Updated two hours later] I considered taking this down, but have decided to let it stand. In the time since writing this I've had a good long conversation with Corvi and done the dishes and washed down the stove and countertops, and am now feeling much less frantic. I'm going to bed in a better frame of mind than I have done in a long time. Life goes on.