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Uh. The physical affects the mental, which affects the physical, which affects the..yeah.

Completely illogical fear of dropping dead on the job tonight. Don't know why; death has just surrounded and permeated and stained every single fucking aspect of my life, lately.

The clock just ticks; eternal and unconcerned. And the closer I get -- the looser grows my once-fierce grip. At least it would be rest, you know? Release.

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There are times when only one thing works for me.

And that is getting in my car and driving as fast as I can possibly get away with. Especially on the windingcurling Amish roads..it is a feeling of icy, controlled, adrenaline chaos, teethgritting flight without wings; slipping and sliding thru gears so fast and slick it becomes a subconscious blur..

And nothing -- NOTHING ON EARTH, my friends -- beats passing some spoiled-to-the-point-of-sleepwalking, perky vanilla Betty barreling along in a brand-new, tastefully-yet-ironically earth-toned monolith of an SUV...at the speed of sound...in my rinky-dink hunkajunk battlecar with the anarchy symbol carved and long-rusted into the hood.

Mein Dieter. ♥

...Nothing, that is, except MAYBE a Starbucks caramel frappachino with two extra shots. Maybe..