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It was a weird purgatory. I was a bundle of anxiety and fixations and felt so much, but almost at the same time I felt nothing and was somewhat numb. Driving still offered a distraction, but at some point the car would have to park back home in its parking spot, and I would go back to being the fly in the bottle of white Elmer's glue. I was so deeply depressed that I really didn't know what to do with myself. I just dragged along, constantly trying to hit Sergeant's bull's-eye. In other words, I was trying to get loose of the noose. My efforts to satisfy Sergeant, at times, could bring temporary relief, but in the long run, just made the noose even tighter.