Have to go shopping in 45 minutes, but it could be up to 1:45 depending on if my ride is late or not. That's an hour and forty five minutes of pacing back and forth, imagining every possible bad scenario that has any chance at all of occurring, and feeling like I'm balancing on a tightrope a few stories in the air. May or may not throw up. I wish I didn't need to go out and buy this one thing that I'm going out for but I know I'll be happier once I have it. My thoughts are all over the place and I can't really feel my hands as I'm typing this. Going to put on more makeup on in case anybody stares at me, except it doesn't actually help, I feel ugly and out of place no matter what.