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I feel a bit guilty being here. I'm OK with
slacker or lazy, but
I do less well with pamper and splurge. It's the curse of the
information age, the constant awareness of
war, poverty,
environmental catastrophe. I can turn down the volume but
there's still a faint murmur--unless I'm cursing at work or
getting plastered. But sitting in a plush white robe holding a
carrot juice mimosa by the stem I can't help but feel I could
be doing something more relevant. But where to begin? |