Paranoia is working in much more mysterious and subtle ways today! He has wormed his way into my brain cells – the concentration ones. He has found his way in and his is slowly eating them, so as to destroy any hope I have of getting anything substantial done at all today.
Either that or Confidence has gotten a little too big for his boots and has decided that my work is so brilliantly magnificent that it doesn’t need any more done to it and that some big-shot publisher is going to knock on my door without my even trying. If that is the case, Confidence is stupid and I wish Paranoia would come home for a bit!
Turns out you can have too much of a good thing after all…(was there ever any doubt?)
