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I'm sick. I blame stress; the past two weeks have been fucking busy and life in general busy. Last night I realized that I owe everybody a phone call, visit, or email - that I've been neglecting everything. I suppose I could stop blogging and instead devote that half-hour each morning to being better at keeping in touch, but blogging is a luxury that's become a necessity for me - a place to sneeze out all the crap in my head, that's more optional for other people to read than a communiqué addressed directly to them. It organizes me, brain-wise. And yet, since it's public it doesn't become a self-perpetuating self-examination circle about my relationships or the people I don't like or the things I hate about myself. Because frankly, I'm afraid of boring you all.

Of course there's not much to sneeze out today blog-wise, and there is a strong risk of boring you all, as my cold has crowded all the thoughts out of my brain. Consequently the most exciting thing I can write is that I bought a fantastic super snuggly bathrobe in Düsseldorf last week and this weekend I've been breaking it in, and today I will continue breaking it in - a tough job but it must be done. On the topic of shopping, I'm very excited about the catastrophic plunge of the dollar which looks set to continue as the Fed debates another Super Interest Rate Cut. If this keeps up, I'm buying a fucking MacBook Pro in New York in October! Finally! It means I'll have 'made it', as those things are what yuppies who are scared to drive buy instead of an Audi.

There's talk now about a European interest rate cut to make the euro a little cheaper, and I can definitely understand it. I know from work that the shitty dollar is really hurting some businesses here even as it helps others. The thing is, the European Central Bank is shit-scared of inflation for a reason. In the U.S., and Canada too, inflation hurts old people with savings the most, and nobody in the powerful classes cares about them except in the eight months before a general election. But in Europe, it'd hurt the state coffers the most, as they have social safety nets for the old people, the unemployed, university students, et cetera . . . there's a reason besides wanting to look more competent than those pesky Americans that governments here don't want life to get more expensive. So I think I may indeed get to have my MacBook Pro this fall. Except, of course, I work for a U.S.-based company, and our central accounting is in dollars. Eep. All I can say is thank Jeebus they'd have to fire me in a socialististic country where everybody gets a golden parachute.

You see what I meant in the first paragraph? I don't want to write about how crises in international fiscal policy may or may not lead to me getting a MacBook Pro without people feeling like they don't have to read what I write. Thank you for the airtime, Blogspot.