For Me, The Past Is Dead. Can't

I Didn't Play Or Like A Lot Of Board Games As A Child. I Liked Playing With My G.i. Joes And Making Up Adventures For Them.

The Real Self And The Public Self Are Intertwined, Like A Tumor Around An Organ, And You Can't Cut The Tumor Or You'll Kill The Organ, So They Live Together, Until The Tumor Chokes The Organ Off - But Which Self Is The Tumor?. Or It's Like Something Out Of Star Trek. The Borg.

Unfortunately, I'm One Of Those Idiots Who Knows Everything About Health And Is In A Constant State Of Alarm, And Yet I Continue To Do Everything I Shouldn't Do.

I'm On The Verge Of A Total Breakdown. Sciatica. Taxes. Cars. Fleas, Possibly. It's An Absurd Existence.

I Need To Stay In The Present And Use That New-age Mantra: 'i'm Okay Right Now.' But I Worry About All The Things I'm Failing At Every Moment.