…well, I do, most of the time. But not when this happens.
I’m doing fine, but I am thinking that seeing a doctor would be a good idea, and I feel a little stupid that I didn’t at least demand his contact info. And unfortunately I would have to go into the city to file a police report, which probably isn’t going to happen. The thought of having to deal with going to work today kind of makes me want to cry, even though I mostly feel fine.
I may write more about this later, but I’m just too tired to try to be funny right now.