I am so tired… my fears returned, taking even more tremendous shape, like Smaug, towering over Bilbo.

I can easily reasonate my conflicted soul, I can even be a good advisor to other people. But my brain is stubborn like a donkey and stupid like a pack of dodos and even if I understand that something just can’t be happening, my thoughts circle around it, fishing in it, catching each time fatter and more ridiculously looking fishes.

I think they caught an old shoe and few kilos of cellophane, too.

I wished Lithany Against Fear from Dune worked this time but it was choked with said cellophane and retreated, along with common sense.