Showered and leaving for my job interview in an hour forty-five. Terrified of the roads, the cold, the interview, and OF being terrified. Anxiety-ception. I’m out of practice of being out of the house. I think many of us are. God save us all.
Had 1/2 of a massive Corner Bakery sandwich and never want to look at food again. Watched Full House and a disturbing missing person show. I guess you could say it was a morning of the pendulum swinging both ways.
I wonder how I’d be described if I ever went missing. These shows tend to gloss over a lot of cold hard facts about the victims and their lifestyles.
I’ve thought about running away before, even as an adult. Not recently. It would hurt my family too much though, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself after I returned. Which I’m sure I would.
Too cold sitting in this damn towel, too lazy to stand up. But I have no choice. Until next time!
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