I need to try…?…oh, surely you jest…to go to a newspaper editorial/contributors meeting tonight.  Fucking tonight? I can barely move, the travel? Take me forever? Concentration? “Do Social?”

How on the goddamn planet?

I’ve just about puked up my tea already.

Valiummmm…?

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  1. Hey, The Universe and the Valium gave me The Power to Shower.

    Isn’t that great?

    More like bloody amazing.

    *PA stares at time*

    Should try and go to this thing.

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  2. Getting panicky. Must leave in half hour? Valium?

    Show up and be completely spastic and have a meltdown?

    I mean, all “artists” are “crazy” but seriously, now?

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  3. I went out. I did it. Was completely, uber-spastic. Could barely make eye contact. Then I was interrupting peoples’ conversations or comments.

    …and was told to basically shut up. Oops.

    Someone needed to take minutes so I reluctantly did but it was good because I could hyperfocus on that and not have to think about pretty much anyone there?

    It went on forever though…hours…

    By the end I was rocking back and forth in my chair as I just couldn’t stand it anymore. No. I was. Like a little baby.

    Indeed, by rights, The Arch Alien of Asperger’s (Trademarked.)

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