I’m writing and should be working this very minute as they work next to me but legit can’t work with people physically expecting some kind of turnaround in the moment. Don’t know what this is called? Pressure? It feels discombobulating. Extremely disorganized. Too much going on around me. Too much noise. Too many people. Anxiety. Anxiety. Anxiety with a capital Asshole right in the middle. Two waitresses are literally standing two feet behind me and staring at us. This is a thing. The walk back is a billion kilometers and f@c! if I won’t be walking in an Atari game where I’m the enemy and everyone on the road is a phasor.

I’m gonna find some humor in this before the day is over.

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