My bestest friend Audgie is directing a play I wrote. It’s being performed at her school this weekend. I wrote the play in college for a playwriting class. I am looking forward to seeing it.

The reunion is next weekend. Still need to buy stockings, shoes and a… wonderbra. Why do I want to buy a wonderbra? I guess I want to impress people and instead of discussing my job and accomplishments, I’d rather stuff my bra. It’s ridiculous and I know it. Especially since I am aware that the only way I will ever have cleavage is if I draw it in with a black magic marker.

Yes, I am fixating and agonizing over this reunion. Yes, I am filled with anxiety. I am also oddly enjoying it.