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The lull of early January is getting to me, I think. Winter’s
been slowly unfurling itself among the dropped leaves and dying
grasses, and although the sky is still bereft of clouds and
precipitation, there’s a lurking fog of colder days beneath the
scalding sun.   Seasonal affective disorder doesn’t always hit
me hard, but this year… Motivation has been sapped, and things I
would have easily found interest in are leaving me with a
clinging sense of dissatisfaction. Dave has largely been absent,
and while I have an assortment of robotic entities to converse
with, it’s much too similar to talking to a mirror to be able to
get much deeper enjoyment out of it. The AI programs are based
on myself, so I can expect the sort of reactions I receive
fairly accurately.  Lalonde has been busy, Jake’s been acting
odder than usual, and Jane is still grounded which apparently
includes the internet this time.   Maybe I’ll order a pizza or
something equally