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Monday, December 7   >>

FORESHADOW

By now I'm sure you're familiar with my newly manifested fear that anytime I feel the ground shake, whether it's an earthquake, or the rumble of a large truck passing by, I assume it's the impact of a nuclear bomb that will annihilate us all. I am very serious.

I also have a fear of running at night. Running in the daytime hours? Peachy easy. But in the nighttime, no way. I always think someone's going to pull a tripwire 5 inches above ground and that I'll fall so badly that I will need to be hospitalized.

A new fear I have is sitting at the computer with my large studio headphones on. I listen to music so loud that the rest of the world is pretty much mute.

My fear? That I will be tapping away at the computer, enjoying my merry self singing along to "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow at full blast, and that someone will creep up behind me, quickly pull a metal wire over my head and choke me at the neck with it.

Will it happen? Likely not. But still, this new fear (whose source I can't figure out) leaves me uneasy when I have my headphones on at full blast. It's like I ca8hv

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