...of all enterprises that require new clothes. Hellbuckets. I'm all gussied up to give my presentation at a symposium today and all I want to do is run away. I hate being in clothing other than sweatpants. I hate health behavior theory. I hate public speaking. I feel anxious, uncomfortable and scared. If I had any drugs, I'd be taking them now. I don't. I know this because I scoured the house for anything that might calm me down. Fuckity fuck fuck.

