I had a busy and extraordinary day at work. Someone with extremely complex needs threatened to kill himself, me and other people. Every possible service was involved and all ended well. But it was a bit touch and go for a while. I was calm, collected and in control, on the outside. Inside, I was shitting myself.
I met my philosophy teacher for a few hours. I was nervous and conversationally rusty as I have only met one or two new people in the last few years. It was intellectually stimulating, he seamed like a nice chap and I hope to meet again. Again, inside I was shitting myself.
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