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I find myself dining on some of my ultimate comfort foods -- corndogs and potato wedges. I came home, played music, took a nap. Ignored people this afternoon and worked on the aquariums, put up pictures of cats in the office, and ended up being the bad news bearer to many a student who had been in classes much of the day and hadn't walked past a TV all day.

Had plans to write. Don't feel like it. Part of me is sad about all this, the other part keeps piping up with things like 'how many people have been lost in this war, on both sides?' and 'every day, there's tragedies, all over the world'... I suppose that's what I get for reading the bbc news and international sources instead of just sticking with the americanized world news.

Alright, I'm going to go and try not to waste my last hour of weekly solitude. I think there's something I was supposed to color somewhere.