My Diagnosis Today I received my diagnosis in a manila folder in the mail. It was bad news when I saw the egg-stained letterhead and it continues to be so: My anti-ego is connected to my will-to-live by a type of elan vital that uses rage and the blues to express short-term desire as products of the imagination which heighten self-discipline when my Vitamin-B level drops to the point that I have to dance all night. As a result, seizing opportunities triggers indecisive parti pris and false exterioception when a simple yes-or-no would do, or assertive foreknowledge could make relaxing an art. In no uncertain terms I was told to either try to worry more or lapse into iconic states that trigger dysphemisms of narcissism which can only be ameliorated behaviorally--which is to say not at all--in the grudging poetic awareness of others. ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html