I'm not really all that mysterious


The evil resident is quashing my spirit. (But I will write about it somewhere else.)

But overall, it was a good day. I think I know what I want to do with my life. I mean, it’s going to take a lot of work, and I don’t know if I’ll pull it off, but, hey, at least I know.

And when I left the hospital today, it was warm and sunny, and I cruised down the surface streets, listening to music on my iPod.

(Of course, I have this tendency to always look at the dark side of things. I am anticipating the crash. I just hope I’m wrong.)

Still, I wonder how many more opportunities I am going to let slip through my fingers. (And why do I always end up in weird, bizarre situations?)

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