I can never tell someone when I'm annoyed with them. *sigh.* I just let it sit. And stew. Stew stew stew. And then maybe a year later I'll tell them how I felt a year ago.

I hate philosophy. No one cares about the thingness of a thing. "But how does the thing presence? The thing things. Thinging gathers. Appropriating the fourfold, it gathers the fourfold's stay, its while, into something that stays for a while: into this thing, that thing." SHUT THE !#@$ UP. Heidegger should've kept his thoughts to himself.