Stomach in knots.
Cranky emails to the agency
(though they deserved it).
I'm simply not feeling myself.
I keep waiting for the phone to ring.
I wait and wait and wait.
I never turn on my cell phone
but right now I have it in my hand if I go into the backyard.
Weeds in the right
lifeline to wee Benjaminh in the left.

Crazy.

It sucks...