It is raining. I am wearing shoes that are too big because I haven't time to look for the ones I want. I have no socks. I am going to dinner. I haven't taken my medicine today because it is late and one of my prescriptions is not filled, and I slept way past morning, so I might as well do it tomorrow, but I feel the anxiety, I feel the hurry, I feel the rush, and I am afraid. I don't want to smoke, but I am making sure I have cigarettes. I want to cry. I want consolation and reassurance. I miss Mark, and I don't know why.
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Date: 2002-11-03 05:30 pm (UTC)Oh, and *hug*!
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Date: 2002-11-04 04:45 am (UTC)A spoonful, Mom? You have remarkable restraint. I can't put a tube of that stuff down at until at least halfway.