Thursday, August 19, 2010


I've just thought of this now.

I watched Blood Diamond again the other day. The film usually causes me to mope for a minimum of 12 hours, and make some sort of guilt-induced change to my life. I always appreciated that about the movie and myself. It's an indication that I am (medically speaking) human, right?

This time none of that happened. Movie was over, went right on with conversations about bacon and horses and didn't mind at all that there are over 200,000 child soldiers in Africa.

I've gotten used to it.

One more fraction of the tenuous emotional connection I have to humanity has been sent to cryo for processing...

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