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[clawida_c]

If someone were making a movie about me, today would be the going mad scene. Here I am, slightly feverish dismantling a juice carton and refereeing a discussion about whether Carnap is an improvement on traditional metaphysics. Here I am, slightly more feverish, pitching about on the subway refusing to sit. Baking a complicated cake, even more

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But it all sounds so delicious somehow - however perversely. I'll shoot the short. Love.

[clawida_c]

I don't know if I should be feeling separation pangs or heartbreak at a more permanent parting, and not knowing is driving me mad.