Here's what I ate the weekend ISIS attacked Paris: pizza on Friday night; leftover pizza for breakfast, a big bowl of buttered rice and veggies at lunch, and pasta for dinner on Saturday; and on Sunday, granola for breakfast, ravioli for lunch, and more rice for dinner. Here's how much I exercised: not much. Mostly I was a love seat potato, bundled under a blanket, just me and my laptop, overflowing with images and articles about terrorism in Paris and Beirut. I made myself watch the disturbing home video of the exterior of the Bataclan Concert Hall as concert goers escaped the killing. I forced myself to read a lengthy March 2015 feature in The Atlantic, "What ISIS Really Wants" and other...
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