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I skipped work today. I'm getting over a cold, but I could have toughed it out. It's my wedding anniversary. 2 years. 4 day long weekend. I laid around for most of it, diverting my body's chemical energy to my immune system rather than kinetic energy. I get confused a lot by what people tell me matters, like taking your job seriously and shit. These big, matterful things (tv shows, politics, money, my future, et c.) are, to me, like a strict diet of Cool Whip. But what else am supposed to talk to people about? I like talking to people, but I usually find it pretty trying. I'm either too open or not open enough, I can't tell which. My humour is mostly sarcasm, which is detrimental. I don't like being judgmental, which seems to be a necessity of opinion formation, but everyone else seems to have opinions on matterful stuff, so I try, but it is a hollow, Cool Whip endevour, and I fear it's rather transparent. So I withdraw myself from the socialness of society since I find it easier than pretending I care about matters. Then I grow lonely and stale. If anybody wants to give me an opion on all this stuff, stuff it.