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I've been in a somewhat sorrowful mood all day. It's hormonal as much as anything else, but I am also nostalgic and moody over strange things. It's all very preoccupied and what not. And boring since I am apparently inarticulate about it.

But it's all about dance and physical power and the ever shifting constellations of my desires, and blah blah blah.

Certainly, in light of such thoughts, I should at least manage to make real dinner, as opposed to say, pancakes.

Tomorrow I am working as a referee in a tournament for a children's game. Comment on this is understandably beyond me.