List-making, coffee-brewing, clothes-sorting, tiny-how-are-you-and-happy-new-year-email-sending, nail-trimming, sweater-changing, cat-amusing, reference-hunting, clock-watching, worry-warting, speculating, metafiltering, weblogging. These are the symptoms of General Paralysis of the Soul. Oh where is there an echinacea for the brain, to ward off acedia and loathsome torpor?