Between apathy and misery lies Janelle, dissatisfied with her life but too lazy to do anything about it. Shadowy gray even in the sunshine, she shuffles along the platform, waiting for the train to take her to work. Does it occur to her that she’s too smart for retail? Does it occur to her that there are thousands of trains and millions of stops?
I had a horrible panic attack last night. One of the worst I've ever had. I couldn't stop shaking. I have to do some yoga today or something. I need to stretch and relax. Anxiety problems suck. On the bright side, I did get to see my little puppies over the weekend, so that made me very happy.