Saturday, April 4, 2015

Easter Dinner Doom

Social anxiety.  I haz it.

Will I choke on the ham?  They'd have to give me the heimlich and that might ruin dinner, yanno.

Will I stutter tonight at dinner?

Will I spill food all over the floor or myself?

Will I commit some outrageous faux pas?

Will my fat body fit into whatever place they put me to sit?

And soooo many more thinky thoughts.

Coffee.  I need coffee.  'Cause there's nothing like a hit of caffeine to liven up an already anxiously racing mind.

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