...have a Sunday off and be nursing a cold, surfing the net for hours because you lacked the will to do anything useful, and wishing somebody would come make you some soup without dead animals in it, knowing it would be a bad idea to exhaust yourself by going running, so you eventually just went out and walked around in the chilly January air, deciding corner-by-corner whether to turn for home or keep walking with no particular destination or purpose, hearing snatches of Robert Frost's Acquainted with the Night running through your head, feeling sorry it was the middle of the night back in the States and wishing some friend with insomnia would call, then eventually buying some eggs and soy milk at E-Mart and wandering home, somehow better for the walk?Yeah, me neither.
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