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July 01, 2002-8:30 p.m. My mantra this week: *uttered silently and repeatedly today* �You only have to make it through three days. You can do it.� I feel sort of as if I am going insane. I felt it a bit last week but it is really, really powerful this week. The thought I have most often is: �Shut up, you imbecilic moron and leave me the hell alone.� There are surpluses of stupid questions aimed in my direction. As though, because I am possessed with a brain, I must necessarily also be blessed with second sight. If that were the case, I certainly wouldn�t be wasting my time and valuable talents at the insurance company prognosticating on the motives of claims processors but instead would have a very lucrative cabaret act that would allow me to sleep until noon and surround myself with persons of interest and imagination. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
