Meanwhile, my mind still goes and goes, round this bend and that, ending up in the vast, mysterious wasteland of Paranoia. For example...
- My roommate's new relationship with his boyfriend has been going extremely well; Paranoia leads me to believe that I will soon be evicted.
- My doctoral degree work has been on hiatus so far this summer; Paranoia states that I will never finish my DMA.
- I've begun moving into a nearby church office in order to start a great new job that will help pay my bills; Paranoia reminds me of horrific past experiences working for unhealthy churches and insists that this time will be no different (and, as a bonus, I will never finish my DMA).