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I swear to God that even if I were a brain in a tank, with nothing to do all day but float while electrodes continually stimulated my pleasure center, I would still spend all my time fretting. Remember that this apartment complex has a heated pool which is ideal for midnight swims when no one is around; that today was spent revising the book in coffeehouses that are not Starbucks; that there is pineapple curry to be attempted tonight. The teleological view will just kill you, and is humiliating to boot.
