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Pesky Gremlins

Occasionally it can feel as though the World is against you. 

That last email you got was possibly most likely a vaguely concealed masterpiece in sarcasm and hatred.

That phone call you took, the one an hour ago, seemed to end abruptly and you could've sworn you heard someone whisper scandalous lies about you from ten metres down the street.

And when all this creeping paranoia grips you by the ankles and tickles your left leg until you shake, it's time to be realistic and look at the World with rational eyes.

Noone else cares about your struggle.  Noone else has time to stop thinking about themselves to start fretting about you. 

So swallow the worry, pour a nice hot cup of Rosie Lee and ignore the gremlins that lurk just outside your bedroom door.

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