Somewhere between the odd smell they detected today in Manhattan and the fortune I got in a cookie not so long ago I find I've developed a mild case of anxiety.
Like the not-distinct odor and the un-fortune, I can't really describe what this is, but it's troubling all the same. I'm not sure if there's anything to be worried about, but I have started preparing, just in case.
It's just that I don't feel quite ... prepared. I feel as if there's a test coming up for which I've forgotten to study. Or that I've finally noticed the shoe almost ready to drop. I'm certain that a quiet day can easily incubate a tragic storm.
If you don't hear from me, you can assume the worst. But if blogging is allowed in the underworld, I'll let you know.
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remember, the world is supposed to end in just five short years.
six days after my 25th. how wierd.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/washington/2003-10-13-bush-poll_x.htm
you're in very good company.
i always considered a general sense of unease to be a sign of mental acuity...
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