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It's mid afternoon as I write those words, I was going to try and be a bit more efficient today, but I did not yet accomplish anything major.I fought the panic caused by the missed phone call, and still do not know who called, as I did not even look at the phone , I then fought the urge to try on many different outfits and spend ages getting every details , be it make up and accessories,"just right", because, no, I did not want to spend yet another whole day doing just that, as I know that my obsessive pampering is turning into an abnormal behaviour.
I then decided to make somrthing to eat, opened the kitchen window, to allow the steam from the simmering pan of pastsa to esacape. That's when I heard a conversation from the street down below, I did not hear the words, as they were partly drowned by passing cars, but it sounded animated enough,and, I began to believe they were talking about me. I was well aware that the open window was a giveway of my presence. The saucepan full of pasta needed my attention , but I feared that if I moved, whoever was downstairs would catch sight of me, it took me several minutes to make myself switch off the cooker and drain the pasta, but even I , crippled as I am by phobias of all kinds , would not runaway from a burning pan on a cooker, as it is simply dangerous to do so!
I ate my lunch, wrote these words, and now, all is quiet again,
Oh! how long will I have to live like that ? when will I get better?
