every tuesday night i'm consumed by the notion to put the trash out on the curb. and then, almost like clockwork, i lose the urge completely for about a week.
every time i open a book -- to page one -- and read each page consecutively until there are no more, i'm met by an implacable sense of accomplishment.
whenever i raise a set of children with a willing spouse, i'm railroaded by a feeling of impenetrable disgust when they are rejected from the ivy league university of their choice.
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