My capacity for doing nothing seems boundless. I really should be working on a job application (a constant condition dating back several years now), but I can't seem to get started on that. I dislike drawing attention to myself, exc

ept in the most abstract ways--such as an anonoymous blog--and I have no gift at all for self-promotion. My general opinion of myself is that anyone who would consider either hiring or dating me is so lacking in judgment as to be unworthy of my company. (
Insert Groucho Marx joke here.) I really do believe, in the abstract, that I'd be a wonderful candidate for this particular job, but I can't convince myself that I can convince anyone else of that fact.
I also need to write my supposed-to-be-daily blog post ("need to" in the sense of self-discipline), and I actually have a topic in mind, but when I think of starting that, I feel that it is self-indulgent and that I really should be working on that letter instead.
So I do neither, and instead play solitaire and watch an old Lubitsch movie. And write this.
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