Bad day
Went to work. I was late.
Got nervous about giving my demo. I didn’t know why, I didn’t think I cared about it. Boss said I did great. My skin still crawled thinking about talking to those people on the screen who I’ve never met or even seen and all my stupid little turns of phrase and ums and uhs and slight lisp and monotonicity. Didn’t do anything the rest of the day and only felt a little guilty.
Went home. Knew I was dead inside and wouldn’t be doing anything. Thought about not having any friends or romantic prospects and doing stupid shit like writing this.
Wonder what I’ll have for lunch tomorrow.