To Quote You Anonymously:

"So much for falling asleep before the networks run amuck with televised "programs" hawking Ginsu knives, Snuggies, and Freedom Rock."

Because I Think I Might Be Dying...

...SRSLY. I hope it's a normal side-effect of living through your 25th year. I turned to google in a desperate search for answers--"Am I dying?" Or, "What personality disorders might this specific strain of paranoia fall under?" In truth, I didn't even get that far. I think I just queried, "I think I'm dying," and came across this book review. Let me know if you have a copy. I Think I Might Be Interested...

All about Joe Bogey, who works in a Soho pizza bar; and W. Sledge under whose very bad influence he's fallen; and Frances Smith, a very young lady in distress (financial only) - in fact a "minor minor" who settles the police's account (two murders) with Sledge directly. . . . The scene is Soho and there's some 'umour although you may have liked Miss Fleming better elsewhere.

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a good name in monuments

The Fantasy Stares Back