I’m alone, and now I don’t want to be. All day I’ve hidden here, at my computer, and now I want to talk, but it’s almost eleven. I could wake up a friend. I have good ones, not a one would object, or even silently resent. But I can’t bring myself to do it. How many times have I been the one on the other end, listening to wails of agony and knowing nothing I say could possibly help?
I need to sleep. My head is pounding. Tomorrow is Day Three. Dear God, help me.