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2006-11-30 - 8:06 p.m.
...and as the paranoia fairy leaves the building, Sket unlocks her diary.
And the cause of the sudden foil-hatted, paint yerself white, baracade the doors paranoia?
Someone searched for my diary under 'Sket's Diary' and I suspected it was 'P' (you know, the person I share with. The person I've done nothing but vent about/tell everyone about the fight we had recently) THEN I realised that I'd become paranoid and had searched under several phrases such as 'Sket's Diary' myself a couple of days ago just to see how easy it WOULD be to find me if nosy friends went asearching.
...only I'd forgotten I'd done this and when I remembered, the paranoia fairy told me that I was wrong and that I hadn't searched that phrase at all and that it was 'P' and we were on the verge of yet another bust up.
Y'know what paranoia did to me then? Well, despite me being 95% certain it was my own search, I logged on as her and went through her history to see if she'd been to the diary!
For godsake Sket! If you don't want people reading what you've said then DON'T SAY IT. DON'T SHARE THINGS IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT AND THEN THE PARANOIA FAIRY CAN'T GET YOU. But you know me, I over share to the point of ridiculousness and then I go all bug-eyed and strange for a few days.
It's frightening that I work within the criminal justice system really isn't it?
...and how's that going I hear you ask?
Well, apart from coveting a Barrister's wig, my new job has seen me visiting a bail hostel (where some bloke shouted every swear word known to man (and some unknown) and called some invisible foe every kind of bastard under the sun), visiting Crown Court where I met a Somalian double rapist (male and female victims) and sitting in on a child protection conference.