Today I am worried about everything. This morning I thought my bus to work might explode. Also, God told me to buy the New York Times. Is this called paranoia?
I wish I was totally kidding. I think after law school I will take some painting classes. Maybe with this insanity I could become a famous artist.
I'm only interested in being subtly famous. Possibly a cult icon but nothing more than that.
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