Earlier today, I realized that I was confused about something. (And then mentally told myself: "I realize that I am confused.", so I didn't immediately forget about it, and focus on something unimportant, like the uncountability of the Cantor Set.) My train of thought went something like:
Man, I can't wait to get lunch.
It's a shame that I can't just eat at Annenberg [freshman dining hall]. But at least the food is better in Eliot [my upperclassman house].
Actually, when I get home, what if I just take a nap instead? I'm not exceptionally hungry, and dining hall food is only mediocre at best.
But food is important! More important to you than any other hedonic pleasure, if your blog posts are to be believed...
So why don't you buy better food?
I realize that I am confused.
A fuller explanation requires a little background. I spent a significant