follow-up questions

i'm too damn nervous to dial the number and i regret going to sleep so early last night because then i could have slept past noon or been so drowsy i'd feel drunk enough to talk, but instead i'm perfectly refreshed and alive and jittery as hell because i can feel the shakiness in my identity and can't remember if i told any lies and i don't understand why he wants to talk to me. maybe i'm his muse and he wants to brainwash me one last time before i go out into the world and mold it to my liking... ha yeah i'm going to touch all your lives and you won't even know it, like the guy who makes the fries at wendy's, and if you get ulcers years down the line it'll be by my own two hands. great.