May 5th, 2005

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Everything seems to be going okay but I'm feeling terribly detached from the universe. I hope it doesn't remind me too vigorously of its' whereabouts.

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So I'm feeling radically dissociated. I want to ask my Dad for help in how to deal with this feeling, but his response in the past has been along the lines of "If you get uncomfortable enough you'll discover your motivation. How can I help you be uncomfortable?"

This is *NOT* helpful; it's close to "If I stomp on your foot you'll forget all about your kid getting run over." Momentarily, yes, but it doesn't address the problem.

Gabe has rehearsal at 3pm, so I get to haul him out of school at 1:45pm to get him there. So now to figure out what useful I can get done in 2.5 hours.