<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:07:57.822Z</updated><title type='text'>Woe's Woe</title><subtitle type='html'>A WHO'S WHO OF MISERY, OR COMPENDIUM OF DIFFERENT KINDS OF SUFFERING, FULLY UPDATED TO INCLUDE 21ST CENTURY AILMENTS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-4683893761206888523</id><published>2007-08-24T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:30:20.252Z</updated><title type='text'>Nocterror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Nocterrorised)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind of lonesomeness bordering on panic, caused by lying awake at night. There may be others in the room, or in the same bed, but they will be asleep. One is left with one's thoughts and the sounds coming from outside. Nocterror is distinct from insomnia in that it can occur in the short time before a sound night's rest. The two combined make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insomnocterrorismia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-4683893761206888523?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4683893761206888523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=4683893761206888523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/4683893761206888523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/4683893761206888523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2007/08/nocterror.html' title='Nocterror'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-116241519679144721</id><published>2006-11-01T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:06:36.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Repustress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Repustressed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by the belief that people are saying things behind your back that are not intended to be malicious, but are nevertheless misguided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-116241519679144721?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/116241519679144721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=116241519679144721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/116241519679144721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/116241519679144721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/11/repustress.html' title='Repustress'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-116102695836045963</id><published>2006-10-16T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:29:18.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Fanscrutiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Fanscrutinous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by an overly keen interest in the affairs of someone you dislike, especially in their successes. This could be a celebrity, or an old school rival, say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-116102695836045963?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/116102695836045963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=116102695836045963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/116102695836045963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/116102695836045963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/10/fanscrutiny.html' title='Fanscrutiny'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115998149593434762</id><published>2006-10-04T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:04:55.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Endorphertigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Endorphertigone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by the feeling that one is being lulled over the edge of the emotional chasm, that the next unexpected setback or flicker of bad news will be the straw that does for the camel, will send them plummeting into breakdown territory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115998149593434762?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115998149593434762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115998149593434762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115998149593434762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115998149593434762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/10/endorphertigo.html' title='Endorphertigo'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115953017550525129</id><published>2006-09-29T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:44:41.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Onanihilism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Onanihilismic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by a period of sustained self-reflection when not in a mood of stupendous arrogance or bristling confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Forced to wait 18 hours at the airport, Robin quickly devoured all useful reading material and could not fight off the impending onanihilism."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115953017550525129?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115953017550525129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115953017550525129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115953017550525129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115953017550525129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/onanihilism.html' title='Onanihilism'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115936067717744914</id><published>2006-09-27T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:51:33.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Hypersensitivity to Mercy (HTM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Mercy-Hyper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by overwhelming gratitude for small kindnesses, especially those that are bestowed upon you unawares by people who think little of what they are doing. An example might be a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She said I could use my bike if I wanted, which struck me dumb. She asked what was wrong, and I explained that I was mercy-hyper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115936067717744914?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115936067717744914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115936067717744914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115936067717744914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115936067717744914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/hypersensitivity-to-mercy-htm.html' title='Hypersensitivity to Mercy (HTM)'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115892134733582518</id><published>2006-09-22T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:35:47.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Mullmort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Mullmortrous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by trying to imagine what death would be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115892134733582518?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115892134733582518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115892134733582518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115892134733582518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115892134733582518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/mullmort.html' title='Mullmort'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115822911856583742</id><published>2006-09-14T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:39:46.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Rankthrill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Rankthrillid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by pleasure rapidly souring. An example might be meeting someone you remember fondly only to find they have changed for the worse, or the pleasure of physical contact that, it immediately dawns on you, was an accident. Rankthrill tends to be more intense the more unexpected the pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I received a textmessage, but - rankthrill ahoy! - it was from that bilgerat Robin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115822911856583742?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115822911856583742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115822911856583742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115822911856583742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115822911856583742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/rankthrill.html' title='Rankthrill'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115797738472178543</id><published>2006-09-11T11:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-11T12:23:04.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Egomutiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Egomutinous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by the belief that one is, perhaps subconsciously, or else through the whims of fate, sabotaging one's own fortune, and the accompanying dread that oneself is the cause of all one's suffering. This is arguably encouraged by numerous fragments of religious and philosophical reason that contend a person has total power to change their life for the better. Ironically, these are usually intended to spur a positive emotional response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As I stared into my drink and pondered my run of recent bad luck, I began to feel uncomfortably responsible for my present situation. This soon progressed to outright egomutiny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115797738472178543?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115797738472178543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115797738472178543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115797738472178543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115797738472178543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/egomutiny.html' title='Egomutiny'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115771576223712368</id><published>2006-09-08T11:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:40:58.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Enviroboxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Enviroboxic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by being prevented from expressing feelings of anxiety (or other kinds of suffering) due to social circumstance, rather than reluctance or inability. There are numerous possible causes. An example might be if a person is highly irritating, but saying so would only cause trouble. Another example might be if one is alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've told everyone I know about the torturous feelings I have for Agatha. They are all tired of hearing about it, and have reached the end of their sympathy, yet I yearn to say more. I am becoming enviroboxic!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115771576223712368?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115771576223712368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115771576223712368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115771576223712368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115771576223712368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/enviroboxing.html' title='Enviroboxing'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115745928593784725</id><published>2006-09-05T12:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:28:05.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Epiphantasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Epiphantasmic. This describes the experience itself, however, rather than how the sufferer feels. One is said to 'have an Epiphantasm'.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An acute suffering caused by the (always false) impression that one's whole life has 'gone wrong', that one has followed a false sign some way back and that nearly everything needs to be changed in order to rectify the situation. The impression usually dawns quite suddenly during a period of negative brooding and convinces the sufferer that any pleasurable occasions they recall were little more than moments of denial during a steady descent into despair. The feeling can be so strong that the sufferer considers drastic measures such as leaving home, destroying all ties, even suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An epiphantasm is frequently caused by a minor or temporary trauma that is difficult to pin down. It is distinct from the multiplicity of sufferings one endures when one's whole life has truly 'gone wrong' and thus it is important to learn to recognise one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115745928593784725?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115745928593784725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115745928593784725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115745928593784725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115745928593784725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/epiphantasm_05.html' title='Epiphantasm'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115719017754892393</id><published>2006-09-02T09:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:47:48.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Invisibully</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Invisibullyish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by the belief that someone would hardly notice, or not notice at all, if you set out to ignore them. Also, suffering caused by evidence of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jeez, she's barely said a word to me for days. It's enough to make a guy feel invisibullyish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115719017754892393?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115719017754892393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115719017754892393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115719017754892393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115719017754892393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/invisibully.html' title='Invisibully'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115711414735349360</id><published>2006-09-01T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-01T13:51:26.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Efficiency-of-Mortality Anxiety, or 'E.M.A'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. E.M.A'd up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by the belief that you are wasting more time (and ergo more of your life) than you are using sensibly. For a workaholic, this might mean not producing enough measurable output, while other sufferers may simply feel they do not spend enough time enjoying themselves or embracing life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The worst thing about feeling suicidally depressed is that I've also been completely E.M.A'd up recently."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115711414735349360?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115711414735349360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115711414735349360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115711414735349360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115711414735349360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/efficiency-of-mortality-anxiety-or-ema.html' title='Efficiency-of-Mortality Anxiety, or &apos;E.M.A&apos;'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115634116155801297</id><published>2006-08-23T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:41:40.160Z</updated><title type='text'>Alacrityranny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Alacrityrannised)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by time seemingly moving on more rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Suddenly, it was three o'clock in the afternoon and I hadn't even had breakfast, or had a shower, or put my dressing gown on. I bit my nails and shivered with alacrityranny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115634116155801297?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115634116155801297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115634116155801297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115634116155801297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115634116155801297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/alacrityranny.html' title='Alacrityranny'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115608239145429130</id><published>2006-08-20T13:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:59:51.460Z</updated><title type='text'>Lentopression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Lentopressed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by time seemingly moving on more slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Menial labour is made all the more tiring by the widespread lentopression suffered by the workforce."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115608239145429130?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115608239145429130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115608239145429130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115608239145429130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115608239145429130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/lentopression.html' title='Lentopression'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115599298742492447</id><published>2006-08-19T13:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:14:10.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Fool's Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Foolguilty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by having to refuse a request, particularly from someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Robin asked if I could keep him company tonight while he begs on the street, but I already promised Joe I'd meet him at the pub. I feel well foolguilty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115599298742492447?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115599298742492447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115599298742492447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115599298742492447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115599298742492447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/fools-guilt.html' title='Fool&apos;s Guilt'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115572962641988022</id><published>2006-08-16T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:13:32.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Pessimisery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Pessimiserable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by the belief  that there can be no outcome of the present dilemma other than more suffering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115572962641988022?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115572962641988022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115572962641988022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115572962641988022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115572962641988022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/pessimisery.html' title='Pessimisery'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115529452871579714</id><published>2006-08-11T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:08:48.723Z</updated><title type='text'>**We'll be back after this**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woe's Woe&lt;/span&gt; is taking a few days off while I recuperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115529452871579714?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115529452871579714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115529452871579714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115529452871579714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115529452871579714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-be-back-after-this.html' title='**We&apos;ll be back after this**'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115520940925571531</id><published>2006-08-10T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:19:47.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Thespasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Thespasmic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by being forced to act in a false (usually upbeat) manner in order to expediate a painful process. An example might be: a meeting with a person in authority who gives a clear indication that they will not linger if everything is ship-shape. Another example might be: engaging in a conversation with a stranger when you're not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Guess what? I met Robin in the street the other day. It was a pretty thespasm-inducing situation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115520940925571531?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115520940925571531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115520940925571531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115520940925571531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115520940925571531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/thespasm.html' title='Thespasm'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115512697101560582</id><published>2006-08-09T12:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:24:08.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Destinagony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Destinagonised)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by not knowing what is expected of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"'Look,' she explained. The thing is, I'm really into rustic sex.' Robin felt uncontrollably destinagonised."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115512697101560582?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115512697101560582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115512697101560582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115512697101560582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115512697101560582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/destinagony.html' title='Destinagony'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115504899872359116</id><published>2006-08-08T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:27:25.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Malconfidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Malconfident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by knowing what is expected of you and that you may not be able to deliver. The obvious example would be an exam, but the term usually applies to situations where failure is deemed to be unlikely, or where the sufferer is the only one aware of the 'test', so a better example would be cooking a simple dish or entertaining guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Remembering she liked to be dominated, Robin said, 'Take your knickers off and lie on the bed'. She stared at him, bemused. Robin began to feel malconfident."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115504899872359116?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115504899872359116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115504899872359116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115504899872359116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115504899872359116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/malconfidence.html' title='Malconfidence'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115494442307266678</id><published>2006-08-07T09:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:37:58.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Brevenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Brevene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by the transient nature of an immediate and desired situation. An example might be: if two people in an ‘unrequited love’ scenario are sitting next to one another. For the pursuer, this is a sought after arrangement, yet it is not likely to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The radio at the front of the bus suddenly went dead, and I experienced a feeling of brevenity as one of the passengers volunteered to fix it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115494442307266678?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115494442307266678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115494442307266678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115494442307266678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115494442307266678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/brevenity.html' title='Brevenity'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115489533400587287</id><published>2006-08-06T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:42:05.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Numbsnap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Numbsnapped)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by immediate, intense regret following a seemingly innocuous action. An example might be if you have just revealed a deep-seated and unsettling truth in the heat of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As soon as I had posted the application form a familiar feeling of numbsnap overcame me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115489533400587287?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115489533400587287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115489533400587287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115489533400587287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115489533400587287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/numbsnap.html' title='Numbsnap'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115468764614194156</id><published>2006-08-04T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:34:59.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Abrusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Abrused)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by the belief that you should be enjoying something, but are not. The obvious example would be bad sex, but this could equally apply to the majority of television shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I warn you now - I may leave half way through. I seem to have been experiencing quite a lot of abrusion lately."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115468764614194156?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115468764614194156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115468764614194156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115468764614194156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115468764614194156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/abrusion.html' title='Abrusion'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115459517150987990</id><published>2006-08-03T08:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:53:56.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Faughstalkery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Faughstalked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by being in the presence of someone who has little or no respect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Prime Minister delivered his speech in halting, jerking clauses, and had about him the troubled look of a faughstalked man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115459517150987990?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115459517150987990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115459517150987990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115459517150987990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115459517150987990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/faughstalkery.html' title='Faughstalkery'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115452225348495937</id><published>2006-08-02T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:37:59.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Recodandance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Recodandant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering experienced when a long-anticipated moment arrives, only to be tainted with regret and uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Much as I hated my job, when it finally came time to clear my desk I felt positively recodandant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115452225348495937?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115452225348495937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115452225348495937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115452225348495937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115452225348495937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/recodandance.html' title='Recodandance'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32025796.post-115446400696018636</id><published>2006-08-01T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:26:46.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Quacity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(adj. Quacious) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering caused by a feeling of disconnection with everyone around you. Not as extreme as LONELINESS, but nevertheless trying. An example might be if you are the only man in a room full of women talking about injuries caused by new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The party was awful. I just stood in a corner, nursing a Stella, feeling unutterably quacious as the host brushed by."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32025796-115446400696018636?l=woeswoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115446400696018636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32025796&amp;postID=115446400696018636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115446400696018636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32025796/posts/default/115446400696018636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woeswoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/quacity.html' title='Quacity'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969300890611457637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/3490/1600/red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
