I cannot concentrate on my day until I get back to T on monday. this bloody internal v external truth has me all over the place. I mean doesn't the majority of the population get pissed at people? Do most people walk around taking complete responsibilty for how they feel? and why does T say the wooden apple she has on her shelve is real? Its not a real apple. Yes its an object that represents an apple, but its not an apple? Perhaps I am just suuuuuuupid. T is smart, has a very good education and knows philosphy and such. Me all I know is an apple is something I buy in the shop and have no desire to have a representation of one.