Ravings of a Textual Deviant

This morning, I was on the edge of an anxiety attack, as a result of a meeting I thoroughly dreading. In fact, I was trying to convince myself that it wouldn’t kill me, and not having as much success as I’d’ve liked. (Did I mention that I really didn’t want to go to the meeting?)

Yoga breathing exercises helped, but not enough. At least I was open to the possibility that the meeting wouldn’t kill me.

Before I could put the brakes on, my brain went from Nietzsche, to yoga, and back again, spitting out “That which doesn’t kill me makes me more at one with the universe.”

It didn’t, unfortunately, but it didn’t kill me either, so I’m willing to call it even.

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