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August 24, 2008 - 2:41

Repeatedly dragging a sweater across my face this evening, I realized that there is nothing as absorbing to me as certain physical sensations of my own supply, and that I am almost constantly catering to this aspect of my Id.
Sounds harmless, but tonight I wonder if it might very well be barring me from further exploring the "art of conversation"- as a part of my attention is allegiant to something that I am experiencing alone, and is not only personally distracting, but pointless to discuss.
I plan on experimenting with intentional elimination of this behavior in public.

Maybe, suddenly, I will have smart things to say.