Day/Page/Sketch #137
Passive-aggressive disorder applies to a person who forgot to return a library book more than one time… Oy!
Day/Page/Sketch #136
What Pip tells Biddy in this page smells like a spoiled chunk of gouda marinating in a dirty diaper on top of a subway platform in the middle of August.
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It’s amazing how sometimes we say things we think are nice, when in fact the other person thinks they are lies. Sometimes that other person is right.
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I live in expectation of an idea; I foresee it, close in upon it, get a grip, but it escapes me, does not yet belong to me. How can I express it?
Day/Page/Sketch #130
Tadpoles, tapenade, tequila, testicle, tinfoil, tiramisu, tomatoes, torpedoes, tuxedos, turbines, Twinkies, and Typhoid.
Day/Page/Sketch #129
About 10% of our happiness is due to our circumstances. Our age, race, gender, personal history, and wealth, only make up about one-tenth of our happiness.
Day/Page/Sketch #128
All truths are against us, but we go on living because we accept them in themselves, because we refuse to draw the consequences.
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I’m done reading news. They are all bad and depressing and make the world complain and react ceaselessly.
Day/Page/Sketch #126
Deprived of life, a dead person is then a corpse, cadaver, a body, a set of remains, and finally a skeleton.
Day/Page/Sketch #125
Oxytocin is a hormone that, among many things, affects your empathy levels. The less oxytocin, the more mean, aggressive, and evil you become. Stress lowers your oxytocin levels. Maybe that’s why everyone is so mean these days.
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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand.



