I had the most annoying fear fantasy this morning. I just realized that my fear of castration and fear of a bullet in the back make some sense metaphorically. I chose to walk away rather than fight over a job, and I have no doubt that my reputation has suffered as a result. People will always talk, though, and if there's one thing worse than being talked about, it's not being talked about.
Also, I may have woken up a bit early, smoked a bit much and had two pots of coffee. Strange days, indeed.
Also, I may have woken up a bit early, smoked a bit much and had two pots of coffee. Strange days, indeed.