quod me nutrit me destruit

I have a feeling that I'm riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall. But I don't honestly know what kind....

It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, I sit in some bar hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college....
Then again, I may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.' *urgh*
...Or I may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips at the nearest stenographer....

I just don't know.