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This morning I sat down with my economics book for virtually the first time all semester and read twelve chapters of it. The thing is, I wanted to. I remember now that I genuinely like economics. At least reading it, understanding it. I hate the classes; they're all about numbers and money and cynicism and they try to eat your soul. But economics itself is beautiful. There's something noble about trying to make sense out of things that just don't. It amazes me that people come up with logics and formulas to explain how, after there's some uncontrollable shock, in the short run everything's crazy and out of place, but eventually it all comes back to equilibrium the way that I used to think life could. It makes perfect sense on paper. I don't know if I believe it but at least it's a good read.