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So...last night I lost my mind. Total mental breakdown. I'm best friends with the bathroom wall. But luckily, it was temporary. I've more or less recovered. And everything today seems rather pointless and obvious and not important in a big picture kind of way. But maybe there isnt actually a big picture and thats why the little picture is so much easier to focus on. My whole future (in a little picture sense) lies, in what I belive are, the not so capable hands of Mr. Brian Stanley. My whole future (big picture) of course lies in my hands. So I geuss its a good feeling that Mr. Stanley only gets little picture control, but then again I'm not sure how capable I actually am. Maybe I cant handle the big picture, maybe I'll mess all of this up, maybe I already have. Maybe I didnt actually recover from my mental-ness.