I have a theory that thunderstorms affect people's behaviour without them being aware of it. It's been a very strange day. The strange fuzzy feeling in my head is not entirely unlike being drunk. I started the day in a giggley daze, wafted through it in a half awake, unthinking state, and now, watching the thunderstorm rage outside, I can feel myself sinking. Not in a metaphysical way. In the oh-so-real way that signifies the onset of one of those times. Perhaps the intense electric forces in the air can trigger changes in the brains of the unstable.
Fight Club is showing. I am Marla Singer, dragged from her apartment, staring back at it and denouncing herself. I watch her deal with the two sides of Tyler Durden and realise how the people unfortunate enough to be in my past relationships must have felt around me.
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