I have this nagging fear that someday I’m going to be facing my own death, and in that moment I’ll suddenly realize what I really wanted all this time.
I’m almost constantly nauseous since sometime yesterday. I think I’m literally sickening myself.
Tonight I have to pick up my in-laws from the airport and drive them to their hotel and go to dinner and act like everything’s fine, or at least under control.
Sorry to the various people I was supposed to call last night.