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It's nasty and hot, and the thermostat-controlled air conditioner won't turn on. (Maybe if I listen to this song over and over I'll cool off; it gives me chills.)

But, I've finished Nietzsche's "The Birth of Tragedy." Well, I've read to where it should have ended. The crap about Wagner is the reading for next week. The best part is, the paper on it shouldn't be so bad. Understanding is good.

Not good: another episode of the computer shutting off for absolutely no reason. Other than electricity issues, perhaps.

Sleep time, so I can get up and write about the necessity of illusions.