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05/08/2008

Under times of extreme stress I have an odd fantasy. It involves me being hospitalised in some fine mental institution -- such as one you might find in a posh old English movie -- dressed in fluffy slippers and gown, sedated to the eyeballs, being spoon-fed puréed veggies and patted sympathetically on the arm by a kindly nurse.

It's bizarre, I'll admit, and politically incorrect without a doubt, but the basis of the fantasy lies in a desire to give over complete control and care to anyone but myself. Not forever, you understand, just a day or two - long enough for my anxieties to find a resting place and quit their frenetic bombardment.

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