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And then, a broken-down studebaker fell out of the sky and landed on my head.

I think perhaps that it is time to remove another layer of skin and let it drop down away from me before I have time to snap my fingers. I should stand under the shower for ten minutes and try to remember my name. Things haven't been happy inside my head today, or last night, and I have one objective: to write the presentation outline and the text for the transparencies. I have hours to go before I sleep (miles?) and I know that I can indeed do it. It's not an issue of not wanting to, because I don't have time for that. I'm going to stand under that shower in the empty house and then I'm going to put some loud music on and bang it out. I'm going to bang it out and then when I'm all done and my head feels that initial sag (before it fills up with anxiety fluids again because I will then have to actually present the stuff), I shall spend half an hour working on my revision so I can remember what the hell I'm doing with my life.

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