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I'm not satisfied with many things. I'm worried, yes, but I'd like to think I'm still in control. Today I learned that my car can spontaneously catch fire, says ford. Hurray!
I went to the Bell Theatre to try and help out teaching about sound equipment to the newbies, because I somehow know the most about it. Halfway through, things pinch within my back, reducing my posture to that of Quazimodo. My breathing feels half-assed, and I end up forcing my head sideways to breathe.
Pneumonia? Collapsed Lung? I don't know. I have work in 20 minutes.
I can tell myself to look on the bright side day after day, but I feel there is a more clinical solution that intimidates me, and gradually makes me feel less like a free person, but one whose spirit's resolve has been tried, tested, and beaten.
I went to the Bell Theatre to try and help out teaching about sound equipment to the newbies, because I somehow know the most about it. Halfway through, things pinch within my back, reducing my posture to that of Quazimodo. My breathing feels half-assed, and I end up forcing my head sideways to breathe.
Pneumonia? Collapsed Lung? I don't know. I have work in 20 minutes.
I can tell myself to look on the bright side day after day, but I feel there is a more clinical solution that intimidates me, and gradually makes me feel less like a free person, but one whose spirit's resolve has been tried, tested, and beaten.