...becoming less compressed. Good word. Breathe. Arms are very heavy and tired, for some reason. Gravity is even working on my face. But, good news, the heart isn't thrashing around now. I'll go run a few laps around the neighborhood, that should make me feel better.
If anyone had been rude to me today, there might have been waterworks on the spot. Summer's coming, school will be out, I shouldn't be all alone in the lobby for hours any more.
And now, I'm home. It's sunny. And there's tequila waiting for me, after I go running. Cool.
Up. Getting up.
Tomorrow's the weekend!!!