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Blue Moose. Can't concentrate. Feel stupid. Can't get his dumb voice out of my head. Or his. I'm doing the hard thing first, like I said I would. It is hard. Every day I feel dumb. Then I think I'm not and just feel angry. Why could I never have left, for awhile, to learn? Jobs. That's why. The absolute necessity of employment. And now I'm stuck, struggling, hoping to somehow break out, get out. Your geolography and desired mindset are so tightly bound. I'd plant potatoes in West Virginia soil, but preferably not my brain. I don't want to make these thoughts mine.