In which extreme anxiety is wrecking me alive.

I don’t have any shorts. Rather, I do have shorts but I can’t find a damn pair of them. My mother might know, because she’s a mother and mother’s know these things, but I can’t get a hold of her because she’s at the hospital with my grandfather, who may have Parkinson’s and had a mild stroke. On Valentine’s Day. Yes. Valentine’s Day. Hearts stars and horse shoes.

My laptop isn’t working. It has completely stopped functioning. The battery has been going up for a while but now it’s gone completely kaput; won’t even work when it’s plugged in. The day before I go away to Australia. Which I still don’t have shorts for. And it’s the middle of their summer there.