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At the Orpheum: Lysistrata followed by Troiades.  I've never cared much for the former; even though it has much history to it, I've always found the humor much too blithe.  Maybe I just have yet to see a properly-produced version, or maybe I just need to be as drunk as a bacchanalite.  As for the later ... yes, I suppose I predictably delight in misery.  Hekabe, Kassandra, Andromache: all of them speak to my soul.  Even Klytemnestra ... ooh, especially Klytemnestra.

Yes, I have been in a foul mood as of late, and I really have no one to blame but myself, which only exacerbates my situation.  If only I had proper enemies -- instead, my enemies are indifferent.  And that only makes me feel the more petty.  I don't even have the honor of being Agamemnon's wife, and actively slighted.

I reassure myself that there is no malice, and that even when these people are not in my sphere of observation, they continue to exist with their own free will.  As much as I may style myself as having the mandate of heaven, no one has any obligation to kowtow to my desire.

Attachment is suffering.  I will continue to meditate, and perhaps I will know peace.