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Today I skulked around and made one beat for the show on Thursday. I don't feel very accomplished, and I don't know where my motivation or concentration is. The house that lives through all of us, though, is moving forward as the basement gets more and more homey. The scary thing about people in groups is how they let themselves get stupider for each other. It's also rather beautiful, in an Eloi kind of way. Who are any of us? What are we doing? Who have I myself become, and am I what I seem to be? I god damn hope not. Because I would be a creepy skulker who never has fun doing anything. I'm just an old rancher riding herd, though. We can only be our "selves" when we ourselves are the main attraction...