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I have been noticing lately that none of the things I like to do, which normally make me happy, are actually making me happy anymore -- they have become merely agreeable ways of distracting myself and making the time pass. I have decided to think of this as my own version of the cabin fever that is currently afflicting the world. And I have to admit, I feel like it is impinging on me with far less force than most people. Nevertheless, it feels odd.