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October 26, 2004
Twitch.
When I'm extraordinarily stressed out, I get a slight tic in my left eye. It's only apparent if you're right up in my face during an anxious moment. Hopefully.
It's a strange tell, and rather prosaic. I'd much rather be the type who twists a signet ring or tugs his earlobe, but we can no sooner choose our tics than our relatives.
It comes back stronger when I think about it -- like right now, as I'm proofing this blog entry. It's a real fucking irritant.
It's not at the level of Tourette's, and it seems to have abated somewhat since I woke up this morning. An eyepatch is out of the question, since that would just raise more questions than the twitch.
After taking it under advisement, I've decided that coffee and cigarettes are in order.
Posted by Your Protagonist at October 26, 2004 11:19 AM