Recalibration / BURN AFTER READING

I'd written something else in my pre-breakfast middle block but it ended up becoming obsolete in the post-breakfast processing, so... here I am, with something new, for better or for worse.

A long week ahead. Have to do all I can to keep up the illusion of competence if only for myself – to rebalance, to recalibrate... a persistent illusion of constancy; have to learn to be selfish, to balance the selfish with the dutiful other. Hang in there, as my grandfather tells me – hang in there. My true calling.

Rewatched BURN AFTER READING this weekend: its prescience astounds. JK Simmons's brief appearance remains the highlight of the film, particularly the final exchange: "What did we learn, Palmer?" / "I don't know, sir." / "I don't fuckin' know either. I guess we learned not to do it again." / "Yes, sir."

I am, indeed, worried about "the security... of (my) shit."