The tables have turned so... When those barriers go down and I expose myself, I set myself up for ruin by my own folly. When the barriers go back up, I set myself up for ruin by my own callous folly. Oy, the wretched existence I lead. I'd make some delightfully witty remark about the two opposing strategies merely being two sides of the same coin in terms of results, but I'd rather wipe the blood off my lips and go to bed, as it's been a long and depressing day. Okay, well, there was that multi-hour block that was a happy diversion, but other than that there were globs of depression flung from place to place, those last ones flung by none other than myself, at myself. All right, this is becoming ridiculous. To bed it is.
