hannah | Stand up straight.

About an hour before I was supposed to be at the Garden this morning, I called to let my supervisor know I wouldn't be coming in. Physically, I was fine, no fever or nausea or congestion. I was just too on edge and anxious for me to think going in would be good, and that I wouldn't have been able to get any work done - maybe it would have been fine, that once I got onto the subway I would've felt a little better having locked myself into the day's pattern. As it is, I called the day off and stayed in. There might have been a specific reason as to why I felt that way, maybe too little sleep or too much caffeine or both, or I was just having a poor time of things. In any case, it's something to talk about in therapy next week.

I had a conversation with my dad about it, although I didn't say much. It's easy to explain taking a day off work because I'm feeling physically sick; mentally, not so much. Even if my supervisor was happy I gave her the notice instead of just not showing up at all, and the circumstances won't repeat themselves next week.

Tomorrow I'll send out some applications, and take a walk, and see about baking bread as well. Try to get something to fill the day.