Tarred and Feathered

Have you ever had one of those stretches when it seemed that nearly everyone you know was standing in a long line. Specifically, a line ending right in front of you, and each of the people in line has a bone to pick, with you.

Well, these last few days have been my time to shine. I have come to realize that the noise I used to refer to as the 'phone ringer', is actually an ambush alarm going off; Signaling me to take cover and anticipate yet another attack.

No, I don't really mind terribly. Actually I find this somewhat amusing, and for one, find this all too convenient--as it caters far too well to my pre-existing "I am the center of the universe" notion.

Well...if I weren't so important, then how on earth could I possibly be responsible for so many problems, and in charge of so much pain?

I shall now commend myself on this accomplishment...as apparently few others seem to be in the mood for praising me.

:-)

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