The Dangers of Paranoia

I've always had a problem with paranoia. Not the full-blown conspiracy-theorist-tin-foil-hat variety, just an aspect of my low self-esteem. Think of it as a habit of combining the question "What's the worst that could happen" with a vivid imagination.

I've been dreading this year's salary review at work, utterly convinced that my being fired was only a matter of time. It got so bad that I was seriously thinking about following The Brain out to Scotland. The assumption being that as soon as I got fired I'd have to hustle to grab a job out there.

The salary review was five minutes ago. I got a raise. I really need to learn how to relax.

Taboo

Anybody up for the Taboo Sex Show this weekend?