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I feel deeply ill from the therapeutic double cheeseburger I have just consumed. Everything is gloomy and tragic, except that I just took a lovely Rhodesian Ridgeback for a walk through my favorite neighborhood in South Florida. That is something. I plan to spend the rest of the day -- possibly the rest of my life -- under a blanket, feeling extremely sorry for myself and watching season 2 of The Wire. I'm filthy and I don't care. I will never make the mistake of thinking positively about anything again. So there.