Walk to town, got cash, a burrito, did a little shopping for wedding gifts.
Sinking into the couch, heavy weight on my chest, a little hard to breathe. Try to look on the bright side, maybe someday somebody will require an extensive explanation of the word 'worry'.
I find that usually when people think I'm lying or talking nonsense it's because they're suffering from a lack of imagination. Occasionally, I'm actually lying or talking nonsense, but never about anything serious, unless I'm trying to be funny, of course.
The world keeps slipping away, then I look around & it's back.