July 17th, 2002

mr. robin

(no subject)

Awful. Something awful is going to happen today, I know it, I can just feel it, I know it.

I'm going to forget to send something out, or I'm going to send it out wrong, or someone is going to call me and . . . something awful is going to happen today. I can just feel it. Something is not right. I want to go home and get in bed and pull the covers over my head and hide, and not just because I'm tired, this time. I snoozed until 7:40 this morning, I don't even remember doing it, but I did, I snoozed for an hour and forty minutes without even realizing it, I must have known that today I should not get out of bad, that something terrible is going to happen.

I want to go home.