2002-02-11 5:29 p.m. Dangerous elements are after me, of course. You can't lead the life I do and expect everything to be a field full of daisies. Unless you're a botanist of some sort. Or flower farmer. Is there a name for that? So the interesting thing about being as brilliant as I am and attracting the negative attention that entails from the envious and underworldly is how things escalate. The threats have started and as is usual, they've started small. This morning, upon awakening, I found that persons unknown had smeared a clear and greasy lubricant on the door to my bedroom. Further exploration about the apartment (after procuring a handful of Kleenex) revealed that every handle of every door, piece of furniture and appliance was similarly smeared. Also, the lightbulb inside my refrigerator had been removed. I'm a big enough person to admit that that hurt. It's later now and I've settled down. In fact, I look further to the next stage. I will not bend. |
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