Today I read King Lear, started work on the essay, made myself a delicious omelet, took a jog/trot with Sancho on the bike path in this beautiful weather, and made a dent in my messy room. In other words, I was incredibly productive. So why do I feel this terrible? Maybe it's because I know that no matter how much I get done there's always more to
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