Wired, alert, anxious. Rereading every word I have written over the past three weeks, worried about being misunderstood — what have I not said that I should have said, or said that I should not have? Do I represent myself fairly?
Am I good person? Can people tell I try to be a good person?
Idly wondering could I — should I — run away to Los Angeles? How about Portland? I have friends in both places. And Disneyland would be fun… or better yet, Disney World. I could get Mom to go with me.
That second Venti Skinny Carmel Macchiato may have been a mistake. I thought I told the barista to make it decaf, but I don’t think she did.