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I'm certain you are waiting with bated breath to learn more about my physical maladies.  Wait no longer.  I have made an appointment to see an orthopod.  As expected, I couldn't get in until Monday.  I figured that was O.K., though, as I don't want to go anyway.  Maybe my knee will heal in the night and I can cancel the appointment.  But I don't think so.  This is all crazy, though, for there was no trauma other than standing up from the toilet.  A little pop, and then the next day. . . . And now I can't put weight on it.  It has gotten progressively worse.  I will see if the doc can save it.  I still want to play in the NBA.

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But that I have fear and trembling.  Woke up in the night with it and can't quite figure out why.  There are lots of possibilities, but I am not sure which is responsible.  I just feel anxiety and trepidation.  I want a small room with a single bed where I can just curl up and face the wall.

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It's all fun and games until someone gets their eye poked out.

Perhaps I just have too much and nobody to take care of it.  It wears me out to be master and servant.  I live like royalty and like a serf.  I must service all the things that make me look prosperous.  In the studio, I work with a lot of people who don't have much of anything.  I pity and envy them.  The car may break down, but they don't always mind leaving it by the side of the road.  They may have a shitty nothing job, but all they have to do is show up.  Serve the drinks and go over to a co-workers house and play party games until four.  The refrigerator breaks.  Call the landlord and think of moving to Portland.  No hooks, no ties.

I am the landlord.  I will pay for the new fridge.  I can't walk from the job and find another one that pays as much.  I don't like to stay up 'til four.  My neighbors are more prosperous.

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