Last night’s anxiety disaster dreams included being stuck with my ex in some kind of big house where she kept telling me she loved me. I laughed at her. “Do you?” She kept insisting on saying things like that and I had to figure out how to avoid responding.

I got lost in a Rite-Aid for so long they gave me a job there. And then I realized I was late for Real Job and ran outside in a panic, because I didn’t even know where this Rite-Aid was. I saw Frank outside and screamed out to him, “Where the fuck am I?!” I was so worried I was up by my mother or so far south that it would take an hour and a half to get to work.

He kept telling me what street I was on, what the neighborhood was called. I ended up yelling, “is it in the city or not?!”

He told me it was, but then when I went to my car the back door was open and I was afraid to go in. I tried to get Frank to come check my car with me, but I couldn’t get him to hear me.