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Although I don't wish to return to more stupid, I do miss the days I thought clubland was important. I miss being so ignorant that hearing the emotional cues of music I listened to the lyrics for their meaning. I miss enjoying the appearance, the accepting and pushing the societal rejection further on purpose, the social isolation and comfort that came with it. As it turned out clubland, freaks, or any other not-quite-culture may deserve and give as much loyalty as a grocery store.

I can still listen to and old or a new song and relive real and fantasy images behind my eyelids, but the illusion fades as fast as it takes for each image to dissolve into the reality that I encountered. Perhaps if I wasn't so socially retarded I would have encountered something else; but I suspect my ignorance is all that ever allowed the vision in the first place.

This is the first week of my "upped" 5/3/1 schedule, where getting sick slowed me down and I gave myself a good recovery period (my 1 week was skipped entirely, then I did a repeat of the cycle without any increases). As of this week and lazy math, maxes are 310 squat, 135 overhead press, 375 dl, and 210 bench. Still no idea what I'm getting stronger for, but it's possibly less pointless than video games. It also requires no social interaction (though it's a great segway segue into the same if you have social skills).

Running the a/c dipped my civic's mileage to 35.5 mpg.