Death and Poop
I just reserved Becker's _The Denial of Death_.
I've never read it. I'm afraid it's going to be dated. This is this and
that is that, like somebody who thinks he knows something.
Is this because we saw the play of _Charlotte's Web_ last week? Or because
of the murder in Prospect Heights the night before last?
Am I supposed to have some understanding of death?
This is so adolescent. But then, diaries by definition are adolescent,
aren't they?
Have to go tend to a #2 episode now (not mine).
(Note To Self: buy litter pan liners)
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