It's 6 a.m. Monday and I'm counting the hours until I go home two days from now.
In a conversation with a friend over the weekend, I realized there is another aspect of my life I will need to weave into my memoir: anxiety.
Since childhood, I have invented various coping mechanisms to handle this anxiety, with varying degrees of inadequacy.
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Spent the night from about 9 p.m. on in time slices (like pie slices). Sleep a bit. Listen to music a bit. As I penetrate further into the far corners of YouTube, I discover song after song I'd almost forgotten. They are still around; you just have to wait on the algorithm to find them for you...
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