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Monday, February 25, 2002
Mom found me a good flight for San Francisco and she was going to book it online when I was in the bath. She kept calling out, "Okay, I'm going to do it now, okay?" and I kept saying "Okay" and then the last time she asked I yelled, "STOP!!!!"

I was/am feeling a generalized anxiety of the sort that they hospitalize ten-year-olds for.

It is an old feeling. It is unwanted. I thought it was long banished. I do not understand.

I want to see Rynn and Puddin' and go see the Kids with them.

So I don't understand this crying in the bathtub.

Here I am, my hair's still wet, my chest is still full of choked balloons and I don't have a flight booked.

I don't understand.

 Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:03 PM | shower me with attention