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March 12, 2007
His wife is bedridden for the remaining four months of her pregnancy (their second kid). I suppose I should care, but I don't.

"But it's K," a friend says, referencing our mutual friend of ten years, thinking I don't care because it's K's wife, whom I don't like.

"Still," I say. "I don't care."

And I don't care that I don't care. And I don't care that I don't care that I don't care. And so on. Like one of those images of a man painting a picture of a man painting a picture of a man painting a picture.