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Luck is the quality that the third rate give to the genuinely
       talented.
                                                         —Tim Dlugos

Isn’t this horrible?
What a mess I am!

Calling him every
name in the book

until my fingertips
bleed.  How do I get

so wrapped up
in the act of

out the door?
(Visualize

literally material

izing from deep 

within an 

actual door.)

My mind is a pile of
filthy sodden rags.  My

ego is burned at the
stake.  Dave’s annual

birthday party is this
Saturday.  What have I

done to die today? In-
doors or out?  Lunch-

break or work right
through it?  What

should I do?  What-
ever should I do,

cry myself to sleep?
Whatever!  (I cry

myself to sleep.)