As you know, I tend to pick up things from the books I read. I'm not just talking ideas. I readily absorb words, ways of talking, jargon, sometimes even persona. When I begin speaking w/ a Scottish brogue, wearing only black, or craving a glass of beer, I switch to a different genre in reading material. That's usually all I need to reboot me back to normal. Recently I felt I was getting kinda paranoid and figured it was probably caused by reading too many murder mysteries in a row. So I picked up a non-fiction book (you know, a little dose of reality). However, I think my paranoia is getting worse. Could be my new book,
Secrets of the FBI , wasn't the wisest choice.
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