Thursday, Sept. 12, 2019 - 11:24 a.m.

Morning work time.
Go to coffee shop.
Coffee shop is busy.
Nowhere to sit.
Person offers to share table. I accept because I feel like it would be rude to say no when I don’t have anywhere else to sit.
I don’t usually sit at a table, I sit in the comfy chairs. That one over there by the window.
I anxiously do needlework for an hour and a half. Normally I am relaxed and check my phone and look around and stuff but I don’t want the person to talk to me so I just work intensely but without joy.
My neck is sore and I’m very anxious.
I drink coffee.
Finally the person leaves.
Finally I can leave.
Go to car and cry from tension.

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