April 15 05

so, i get this urgent message from the husband to call him at work.
my worst fears have come true.
“They called from Emily’s school.”
by this point, i already knew what he was going to say.
“She puked in class.”

oh, man.
i’m absolutely beside myself. i should go home and be with her. but, i’m afraid.
she’s – of course – 100% unaffected by the entire ordeal.

i’m sitting here. my heart’s racing. my stomach’s gurgling.
i need some Xanax.


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