Journal entry Nov 17th. May be my last one.

They're after me. I'm really stretching things. I'm living in a bubble the album is all my world and focus and it's bad weather in the bubble world, I'm not in equilibrium, tiny details can put me completely off. On my way home tonight, some time after midnight, as I was about to enter my building, someone came running and yelling up behind me.

-Hey hey hey!! Can you do me a favour?!

I turned around and a tall guy was standing there with an empty plastic bottle. A girl came walking up from behind the hedge.

-Can you fill this with water for me?

I grew up with Army Of Darkness. Everything is a trick. OMG I'm being mugged and kidnapped and carved to pieces, with just a week left before the album is done, no way, was my first and only thought, the water is just a decoy, so I composed myself and calmly said:

-No, sorry can't help you, there's a 7/11 a few blocks down maybe you could try there?
-Are they open? he said perplexed. I smelled even more trouble, 7/11 is everywhere and everyone knows it.
-Duh, they're 24 hr.
-But why can't you fill the bottle for us, the girl said.
-Sorry can't help you, I said and ran inside and closed the door. I didn't dare turn on the lights for 30 minutes.

Now my heart-rate has steadied, and I linger between extreme angst for almost being killed, and on the other side, extreme guilty conscience for denying a fellow human being water. Maybe they really needed the water? Maybe it was a test? Maybe they were time travelers, he didn't know about 7/11? Maybe I should get out more and see something else than plugins. But asking for water, in the middle of the night, in the worlds' most rainy city, and not knowing there are 24 hrs shops... it's got to be a trick. Maybe they're outside waiting for me tomorrow. Or maybe they are reading this entry right now. OMG I have to disappear they're HERE.

Paranoia is just reality on a finer scale.