Wednesday, September 17, 2003
When you feel like the world is falling down around you, is it safe to say that it's probably me doing the falling down?
I don't know where to turn.  I don't know where to go next.  I can't think.  I can't think.  I have been reduced to a body by none other than the very brain inside my skull. 
I walk, I talk, I do.  I didn't think again until this afternoon.
I'm lost again.  I'm doubtful again. 
I'm me again. 

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