When I was walking up the stairs,
I met a man who wasn't there.
Wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.Identity

My lock in Jerabeck was cut. Is that a sign that I'm on my way out, or am I thinking like a Puritan? I hate finding signs in everything. My mind is constantly going that I can't remember if I'm real or not. The poem above is from Identity. I had to see it. Good movie, of which I will TRY not to discuss in this post.

Something happened this morning. I won't get into the details but I'm still worried about it.