Tuna has spent most of his time the last few days lying next to the door to the apartment. He is waiting for Pomona to return.
When I got in just a short while ago a squirrel was darting around the hallway.
Saturday I had a panic attack waiting for the Staten Island ferry. Y and I were going to take a ride, for some diversion. The crowded waiting area freaked me out.
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Panic attacks can be a nasty and terrifying thing to experience.
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